Desiring his presence and aware of his reluctance, Melissa humbly implored, “Could you come visit me, please?"

A moment of astonishment gripped Marcus.

Melissa's tone betrayed both hurt and a touch of coquetry, a rare occurrence even during their time together. Despite her influence on him, Marcus, a highly disciplined individual, maintained self-control.

Melissa was his addiction, yet he possessed the will to break free.

Regaining composure, his tone turned even more stern. "I won't come over. Stop calling."

With that, he promptly ended the call.

Clutching the phone, Melissa seated herself on the bed, lost in contemplation.

With a cheerful smile, the nurse wheeled in the trolley and remarked, "Miss Brown, another IV bottle is in order."

Melissa extended her arm wearily as the nurse secured it with a tourniquet. The slender needle penetrated her skin, releasing a small stream of deep red blood from her vein.

Approaching, the nurse offered gentle words of comfort to Melissa.

Despite everything appearing fine, Melissa struggled to find calm within herself.

An intense desire to see Marcus overwhelmed Melissa. She recognized the shame in persistently seeking him out, yet her yearning to reclaim him prevailed.

“Sorry, but I wish to leave the hospital."

Without waiting for the nurse's response, Melissa swiftly removed the needle.

Neglecting a change of attire, Melissa hastily exited, clutching her phone and sporting only indoor slippers.

"Miss Brown!"

Startled, the nurse and nursing worker pursued Melissa, but the elevator doors shut before they could reach her. Observing the diminishing number on the elevator display, the nursing worker urgently dialed Sylvia.

"Miss Ramos, Miss Brown has left.

She was still connected to the drip when she removed the needle and fled."

As a seasoned professional in the workplace, Sylvia adeptly handled the situation.