The Woman From Hell

There was a wave of uneasiness in my heart. The smell seemed to be coming from the bathroom. Shannon and I rushed in together.

The smell permeated the small bathroom. At a glance, we saw Nina leaning against the wall. Her right arm was hanging toward the ground, and the ground was covered with blood.

"Hurry up and call an ambulance." I looked back at Shannon and hurriedly shouted.

We sent Nina to the hospital. Fortunately, we found her early. Otherwise, she would have died of excessive blood loss. The doctor concluded that she might be experiencing symptoms of depression and hence, suggested it be best if we took her to see a psychiatrist.

Depression?

I was no stranger to this. I have had similar symptoms, but they seemed much more severe in Nina.

Shannon looked at me. She had put aside her usual cheeriness and asked me seriously, "Wanda, do you know something?"Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I hesitated about whether to tell Shannon about Nina's operation. After all, it was Nina's private matter.

Seeing that I was hesitant to speak, Shannon was a little anxious, "Things have already reached this stage. Why won't you say anything still?"

I sighed, finally deciding to tell her. "Nina was pregnant with Jacob's child, but she didn't want it. So, I went with her for the operation."

"No wonder you two were coming in and out together so often those few days. So, that's how it is," Shannon murmured.

I turned my gaze to Shannon. I was feeling a little guilty. "I'm sorry, Shannon, this is Nina's matter, and she didn't want more people to know, so I..." "It's okay, I understand. She's been in a bad state for the past few days. Could it be the sequelae of the surgery?" Shannon asked in a low voice as she looked at Nina, who was lying on the bed with a drip.

"I've asked the doctor. He said she should only feel a little tired after the operation and that it would not affect her mood. He told me that Nina might be suffering from depression."

"Depression?!" Shannon did not seem to have expected this to be so serious. Her eyes widened instantly, and they were filled with shock.

I nodded, feeling a little helpless.

Nina's complexion was pale and bloodless; it was distressing.

Her parents would be devastated if they knew she had become like this.

At this moment, the person on the bed woke up with a whimper. "This place..."

Shannon and I hurriedly gathered around her. "Nina, you're awake. Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?"

"If anything feels off, you can tell me, and I will call the doctor."

Nina looked at us with doubt in her eyes. "Why...

looked why am I here?" She

looked at the whiteness surrounding her. She wanted to get up after she

learned that she was in the al

Shannon and I quickly held Nina's arms so that she could sit up.

She lowered her head and glanced at her scarred arm. She must have done the same movement countless times these few days, be it deep or shallow. The last time had been too deep.

"Nina, I told you you could tell me if you think something is wrong. We will face it together. How could you do such a stupid thing?" I could not bear to look at her arm. So I looked up and met with Nina's pitifub little face. I felt sorry for her even more.

To the side, Shannon also echoed me. "She's right. We're all good friends. What is there that you can't share with us? Things would be much better if you shared them."

Nina looked at Shannon and then at me with doubt in her eyes.

I lowered my gaze. "Sorry, I told Shannon what happened. We discovered you together, so..."

"It's okay, let's talk about it," Nina said through dry lips. Her voice was hoarse.