128. Toothbrush

"No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way, Martha." Gray Stewart chuckled nervously. "You know how the hospital atmosphere is a bit gloomy, right?"

"I know, sweetie." Martha softly giggled. "I'm just kidding."

"Oh," Gray breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay," she said as she finished setting up the food. "Do I only need to buy a toothbrush?"

"Oh, fetch me some toilet paper too, sweetie."

"Alright."

As Gray left the hospital building, she stood by the sidewalk, pondering.

"Where was the convenience store again?" she mumbled to herself.

Not that the surroundings had always been foreign to her; however, being the unsociable person that she was, pretty much every place aside from the space of her apartment was alien to her.

Keeping her hands tucked on her overcoat, she strolled down the street, eyeing every store she passed by. And as she crossed a pedestrian lane, the store signs were a series of neon lights. The street was busy booming with passersby; some entering stores, some leaving,