The nurse tried to help him up twice but failed, only causing him to break out in a cold sweat shortly after his surgery. The drunkard was in such pain that his vision turned dark, and he nearly fainted.
"A charger? You're still playing with your phone at a time like this." The tone wasn't very blaming; it was more filled with worry, tension, and sympathy.
"I haven't seen his text yet..." The drunkard was so anxious his eyes turned red.
"Who could be so important? You're this sick and she hasn't come to see you. You're concerned about her text message, and not even your own life." This nurse was a young girl who had just gotten her full-time position not long ago, impulsive and outspoken.
The drunkard was admitted yesterday and had surgery today. During this period, she was the one taking care of him. Honestly, she took a liking to the drunkard at first glance.
