Chapter 21

Once again, it was just the two of us in the hospital room.

I took a wet cotton swab and moistened Daniel's chapped lips.

His gaze remained glued to my face, making me feel uneasy all over.

I couldn't help but ask, "Why do you keep staring at me?"

"I want to look at you."

Who could resist that?

My cheeks suddenly flushed, and I stayed silent.

He spoke like a child, "Isabel, I'm hungry."

I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Just when he made a request, I couldn't fulfill it. "You can't eat yet, your stomach can't handle it."

Disappointment was evident in his eyes, "Alright."

After a while, he spoke again,

"Could you pour me a glass of water to relieve my hunger?"

I paused my hand that was writing the medical record, my head buzzing.

"...Are you sure?"

"What's there to be unsure about?"

Alright...

My teacher once said that as a doctor, you can encounter all sorts of things, and it's true.

I poured a glass of water from the water dispenser.

As I reached for the corner of his blanket, Daniel stopped me and pulled on the wound, causing sweat to bead on his forehead from the pain.

"What are you doing?"

I was puzzled, "Didn't you say..."

Daniel realized my embarrassment; his face turned slightly green as he reached for the glass of water in my hand and took a few sips.

Then he gave me a meaningful look.

"To relieve hunger, got it?"

Me: ...Damn!