Charles, Pedro and the boatmen arrived at the hospital an hour after they picked Charles up on the island. The hospital has a simple and humble setup. There were some locals there who smiled and greeted Charles when they arrived. Charles never smiled. He simply rushed to the room where Eleanor was being treated.
There on the bed, he saw her lying down with dextrose on her left hand. She is peacefully sleeping like a child but on her forehead is a gauze and surgical tape. Damn, she was hurt! Charles flinched. He cannot tolerate seeing her in this state. He slowly looked for her right hand and was surprised to see wounds covering it. The rocks that hit her are obviously sharp, creating clean cut wounds on her hands. Charles let out a heavy sigh. If only you listened to me, Charles scolded
