Camila started asking me to send Luna to the mental hospital.
But I knew Luna was not sick.
She would get better.
"Where is Luna?"
I didn't know how to answer Camila. I looked around and didn't see Luna.
I got up anxiously.
Camila pressed me back onto the bed. "She fell asleep. I took her home."
"The doctor said that if the wound was a little deeper, you would be dead. Why bother with her?"
When I heard that Luna was not here, I suddenly felt hopeless.
I lay back on the bed and stopped talking.
Camila sighed, "Alright, I know Luna is the most important person in your heart!"
"I have already made inquiries about what you need. Dr. Green will come here next month and she is very interested in Luna's condition. I will help you contact her."
I opened my eyes and looked at her sincerely. "Thank you."
After staying in the hospital for a few days, I was still worried about Luna.
I asked Camila to help me with the discharge procedures.
As soon as I opened the door, a bucket of cold water poured down on me, making me feel chilled to the bone.
The whole living room was in a mess.
The floor was littered with broken glass.
Luna stood on the stairs, looking at me triumphantly, her arms crossed.