serve her right!

serve her right! serve her right! serve her right!

serve her right to call that dwarfish creepy grandmother of hers to get to the hospital before me and Hunter! that monster-in-law accused me of not taking good care of her damn grandchild and created such a scene in along the corridors of hospital ward. imagine being walloped with a cane by a lady half your size and double your age. how embarrassing is that! darn midget has great strength!

serve her right to forsake a wholesome homecooked organic supper to be pouncing around in that long-haired girl's home (what's her name again? rapunzel i guess. never like that name!). and god knows what she ate at her party to get such bad rashes, a swollen tongue and developed difficulties in breathing. how would i know she had this weird allergy? how can anyone be allergic to apples? i cant even recall what the medical term the doctor just said. what if she'll be paralysed after this? what if she cant bear offsprings the next time? you know how deadly diseases are these days.

touch wood~

luckily she had gained consciousness by day break. thank god.

and who is this young man standing outside the ward whole night? one of the nurses said he sent her to the hospital. how does she know him? and where's that bloody rapunzel?

hopfully she'll recover fully soon.