The Woman From Hell

There was a wave of uneasiness in my heart. The smell seemed to be coming from the bathroom. Shannon and I rushed in together.

The smell permeated the small bathroom. At a glance, we saw Nina leaning against the wall. Her right arm was hanging toward the ground, and the ground was covered with blood. "Hurry up and call an ambulance." I looked back at Shannon and hurriedly shouted.

We sent Nina to the hospital. Fortunately, we found her early. Otherwise, she would have died of excessive blood loss. The doctor concluded that she might be experiencing symptoms of depression and hence, suggested it be best if we took her to see a psychiatrist.

Depression?

I was no stranger to this. I have had similar symptoms, but they seemed much more severe in Nina.

Shannon looked at me. She had put aside her usual cheeriness and asked me seriously, "Wanda, do you know something?"

I hesitated about whether to tell Shannon about Nina's operation. After all, it was Nina's private matter.

Seeing that I was hesitant to speak, Shannon was a little anxious, "Things have already reached this stage. Why won't you say anything still?"

with Jacob's child, but she didn't

were coming in and out together so often those few days.

my gaze to Shannon. I was feeling a little guilty. "I'm sorry, Shannon, this is Nina's matter, and she didn't want more people

be the sequelae of the surgery?" Shannon asked in a low voice as

only feel a little tired after the operation and that it would not affect

this to be so serious. Her eyes widened instantly, and

feeling a

pale and bloodless; it was

they knew she

on the bed woke up with a whimper.

"Nina, you're awake. Are you okay? Does it

tell me, and I

doubt in her eyes. "Why... why am I here?" She looked at the whiteness surrounding her. She wanted to get

arms