"Where am I? She asked meekly, glancing at the intravenous line hanging on the stand beside her bed.
"Hospital.," he replied, tightening his grip on her free hand.
"Don't scare me like that ever again."
She blinked her eyes a few times to clear them from the blurriness of her tears.
The hoarse voice of her husband felt like a big hand, squeezing her heart.
"I—I," she forced a smile from her lips. She didn't like the gloominess in Matthew's face.
"I can't promise you that. It was my first time to faint," she said in a nervous chuckle.
She quickly turned serious when she saw that Matthew wasn't amused with her attempt to lighten the mood.
"Sorry…"
He lifted her hands to his lips and she felt those warm lips of his gave her more energy than the IV line in her other hand.
"You don't need to say sorry. It's the reason why I was hesitant to tell you about your mother's situation. I don't know how you'll take it."
