Panic at #09-160

When I came back, that old woman was sitting on the sofa staring at nowhere. I noticed that there's a new sofa. My uncle was walking around in his fastest pace. He took medicine and clothes from old lady's room.

Five minutes later.

I was washing my face at the basin. I heard footsteps and the soft mumbling of men and women. Three uniformed people was talking to the old woman. She had blood trickling down her neck. My uncle was still walking around the house. One guy was bandaging her head. The other guy asked my uncle what had happened. My uncle pointed to the rubbish bin. It was filled with bloody tissues and cloths.

Ten minutes later. Everyone's gone. Left me. I dun even noe who were the uniformed people...paramedics? Civil defence? Police? Ambulance people? What happened?

Oh my oh my...will she die? Will she die? I hope she doesnt. Suddenly...I don't think I hate her that much after all. I even gave her her umbrella before she left the house with them. Oh my...