"I did nothing wrong," Ivana said weakly but firmly.
"Ernest, it's my fault. Blame me, okay? Don't argue with Ivana." Sydney's voice trembled pitifully, her eyes brimming with tears.
One insisted on an apology, the other refused. The standoff persisted.
"Enough noise! This is a hospital ward, it needs to stay quiet! What's wrong with you as a family member? She just got saved and you're here arguing with her?" The nurse, having seen all kinds of situations, sized up the scene immediately.
Disgusted by the spectacle and Ernest's raised voice, she finally stepped in to shoo them off.
Sydney couldn't stand the curious and disapproving glances from several nurses outside. Tugging at Ernest, she whispered, "Ernest, my stomach hurts."
Ernest finally helped Sydney out, the nurses throwing disdainful glances at them as they left. "What kind of people are they?" The nurse rolled her eyes, watching them disappear down the hallway.
Ting! A notification appeared on Ivana's phone.
"Dear passenger Ivana Millian, your flight ticket has been issued. Journey: San Diego to France. Ticket number … Please arrive at the airport 2 hours early with your ID to complete check-in."