Inside the hospital, the faint smell of disinfectant hit Andrew's nose as soon as he returned to the VIP ward with the medicines the doctor had asked him to bring.
"How are you feeling?" He asked as soon as Beatrice looked at him.
A soft smile lingered on her lips before she bobbed her head up and down.
"Much better," she said in a timid voice, her skin a bit paler than before, her eyelashes fluttering when she looked at him.
"That's good. The doctor said the cut wasn't too deep, thankfully," Andrew said before he glared at Sean, who pouted in the far corner, his face full of guilt.
Beatrice chuckled softly.
"I guess it's life's way of slowing me down. First, my foot got sprained, and now this injury in my leg again," she said.
Andrew turned to her before walking closer.
