In the morgue, the orderly stared at my corpse, troubled, "It's been two days and no one has come to claim him. What should we do?"
Another orderly was cleaning up, "What are you looking at? Finish up quickly and we can leave early." So the two of them casually threw my body into a bag together.
One of them said, "Judging by how miserable he looks, he probably wasn't a good person anyway."
"Good person or bad, once they're cremated, they're all the same."
"True, but it's still a pity, he was so young."
***
Two more days passed. After seeing Hans mostly recover, Linda finally remembered to check on me.
She walked to my hospital room and saw it completely empty. A nurse was tidying up the bed.
"Where's the patient from this bed?" Linda asked.
The nurse looked up and saw it was Linda, "The patient was discharged."
Hearing the nurse's words, Linda felt a bit annoyed. She thought I had just had surgery, yet didn't stay to recover properly. Where had I run off to?
She took out her phone and dialed my number. But the call never went through.
"Fine, if you have the guts to die out there, don't come looking for me." Linda stormed back to Hans's ward.