There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the ward, and the bed was surrounded by white curtains. Out of the corner of my eye, a small white dot appeared I guessed a nurse had placed a piece of medical gauze there. At least my body didn't feel any obvious pain. I must have just scratched myself on the glass; that kind of hurt was nothing to me.
"Are you going to kill the apple?" My voice was dry and hoarse as I spoke.
Alexander was sitting in a chair beside the bed, staring down at the red apple in his hand as though examining a corpse. The peel was uneven, streaked with white flesh. I guessed he wasn't very good at peeling.
I was surprised he dared to come to the hospital. Wasn't he worried my husband might see us together? Although… it was very possible my husband wouldn't come at all. Still, how had Alexander found out I was here so quickly?
