The Tradition

Carroll looked aloof but knew a lot. He was an insider of every story about the rich in Costsley.  This sleep lasted for 16 hours.  Later, I found out that the doctor had given me some sleeping pills.  It was a precaution for the potential trauma. Starved, I filled my mouth with bread.  "The doctor here is quite professional. However, I don't think the bruise will leave me trauma." My mouth was full of food, so it became difficult for me to chew.  Carroll smiled. "You can't be too careful. There will be effects of every wound." Then, there came a howl of anguish from the corridor.  It belonged to Alice. Irritated, I rolled my eyes. "May I go home now? My organs and brain are great." "If you don't want to stay here, let's go home after the check-up." Carroll poured me a glass of milk. He finally agreed to let me leave the hospital. A sly smile flashed past my face as I thought that Carroll couldn't stand that noise anymore. Before I teased Carroll, Jason came into the ward. "Mr. Carroll