I said, "You can just think that I don't know what's good for me!"
After returning to the hotel, I cleaned up my things and prepared to check out.
But then I received a call from the hospital.
The speaker was unfamiliar, thanking me for agreeing to donate my parents' bodies.
My bad premonition intensified.
I rushed back frantically.
My parents often told me that in their generation, many of the ones fighting in wars came back with missing limbs.
They told me that when they died, they hoped to leave with intact bodies.
I always kept that in my mind.
When I arrived at the hospital, I found nothing.
"Where are they? My parents? Where are they?"
I grabbed a passing doctor and lost my mind.
He was startled before pointing upstairs.
"A transplant surgery is in progress."
I let go of him and rushed upstairs crazily, only to see two people standing side by side at the entrance of an operating room.
It was Troy and Siena.
I didn't look at them. As I was about to rush into the operating room crazily, Troy pulled me back.
"Are you crazy? They are doing a surgery inside. Do you want to harm the ones inside?"
I kicked and bit his arm crazily.
He felt pain and slapped me in the face.