Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I put my arms behind my back and lifted up my 枕 to throw it at the blasted cardiopulmonary monitor. I was sick of hearing that annoying consistent beeping. It was driving me crazy. Edward, the spoilsport, swiftly pulled the 枕 out of my hands and put it neatly behind me again. I glared at him for ruining my chance of destruction. The 枕 might be soft but at the speed and strength I was going to throw it the monitor might not make it to the 次 room in one piece.
“I don’t think that the nice hospital equipment should be tortured,” Edward...
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