Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I put my arms behind my back and lifted up my 베개 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 베개 out of my hands and put it neatly behind me again. I glared at him for ruining my chance of destruction. The 베개 might be soft but at the speed and strength I was going to throw it the monitor might not make it to the 다음 room in one piece.
“I don’t think that the nice hospital equipment should be tortured,” Edward...
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