But now, my hands could never play the violin again.
Overwhelming hatred made my eyes nearly bulge out. I gritted my teeth, struggled to get up and rushed towards the door. But before I could reach the nurses' station, several nurses stopped me.
"Patient A18, your body hasn't recovered yet. You can't move around freely. Go back to your room and lie down."
The thought of never playing the violin again filled me with a hellish rage, so I frantically broke free from them. I needed to report this to the police and was determined to make Axel pay for what he had done.
The nurses, terrified by my outburst, started shouting, "Doctor, doctor!" When the doctor arrived, the nurses were holding me down tightly on the bed, preventing me from moving. Moments later, the doctor injected me with a sedative.
The cold sedative coursed through my body, making me instantly fall asleep. In my dreams, I was tormented by my thoughts, with images flashing continuously. In the state between sleep and awake, fear suddenly spread through my entire body. When I finally woke up, a terrified face came into view. It was my brother, Theo.