I don't remember anyone complaining so much about going to the doctor, but then I met Lina.

— Who makes such a fuss?! Many houses had set their lights on and probably looked out the windows. My mom saw me angry from the door, until she noticed Lina behind me.

— Who is she?

— A friend—I don't have any friends, I recalled, "and I need you to check it out, it's wrong.

After a good while when my mom was checking on Lina. He came up to me with a frighty face.

— Your friend's really sick, I don't know what happened to her, but if we don't take her to a hospital fast, she may not survive the night.