Thomas Shannon sat down beside the bed and looked at Sophie Sullivan. "Still hurting?"
His voice was low, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a trace of concern hidden within.
Sophie's voice, soft and tinged with weakness, replied, "It doesn't hurt as much now."
"That's good."
It seemed like a simple, ordinary conversation, yet it was filled with cautious concern.
Sophie raised her hand, trying to touch her face. It hurt so much; she must look like a complete mess all wrapped up.
Her fingers hadn't even touched the gauze when they were caught in mid-air by a strong hand.
Under Sophie's surprised gaze, Thomas Shannon said sternly, "Don't touch it!"
"I want to see..." She hadn't seen her face yet since she left the operating room. Curiosity was like a cat's claw, scratching at her heart again and again, making it itch with anticipation.
