C415 End of anger

Cold operating room, cold bed.

The red light at the door seemed to have been carved with blood, deeply imprinted in my head.

I've never felt so angry before!

The end of his anger was not revenge, nor was it bloodlust.

Instead …

Blank!

My head, blank.

My head was empty, with only the operating room in sight.

I even felt as if my soul had been sucked out of me at this moment