"Miss Miller." Nolan Davis's voice was hoarse and weary as soon as he spoke, his sharp eyes slightly sunken and bloodshot.
"I see you're tired too. You should go rest; I'll take care of Little Sophie here."
"Mr. Davis, you should be the one to rest. You've been taking care of Sophie Smith every night this past week, it's my turn now." Eva Miller was adamant.
Nolan Davis shook his head, equally unwilling to leave. Sophie Smith had been in a coma for half a month, and today was her first time waking up.
However, less than five minutes later, she fainted again. She probably didn't even see him clearly. He thought, the next time she wakes up, he must let her see him, then he could be at ease.
Neither of them was willing to leave, both staying to watch over her.
...
A week passed in a blink.
Eva Miller stood by the window, taking out the freshly bought bouquet and placing it in a glass vase, then positioned it on the bedside table in front of the hospital bed.
