475 I'll Cure You
Looking at the receding backs of the woman and the little girl, Bill turned around and strolled down that street. He noticed that the wind was alittle warmer, and the streetlights were a little brighter. And above him, a few stars were shining in the sky.
At that moment, he suddenly had an idea. He then pulled out his phone and texted the only person he cared about in the whole world. "I met a little girl on the road today! She's really cute."
While typing, he had already imagined Joanna's surprised look at receiving this message and how she would laugh as she regained her composure.
“Are you still working? | haven't eaten anything yet." Johanna responded.
Bill smiled lightly and slipped his phone into his pocket as he reached for a cab. When he arrived at the hospital, he saw a thin woman sitting on the bed through the window.
With her bony hands, she was knitting a sweater quickly and skillfully. With a delighted smile, she stopped and placed the sleeve on her body. Her hospital gown was too noticeable in the light. Otherwise, everything would have looked fantastic.
Looking at her, Bill felt the urge to cry and then let out a cough.
The instant Joanna realized Bill had come to see her, she rushed to put the sweater away and shouted, "Bill! Hello.”
Joanna was already sitting on the bed when Bill opened the door and walked in. The sweater she was just knitting was tucked beneath her ‘4741 Cure You pillow, and two long, thin wooden needles stretched out.
"I brought you chicken soup." Bill pretended not to notice anything and then handed Joanna a bowl of soup.
She smiled and took the box right away. As soon as she took it, Joanna noticed the scrape on his wrist. Frowning, she yanked on his arm and lifted his sleeve. After that, she saw more shocking bruises. Because Bill did nothing to the wound, the blood flowing from it stuck on his sleeve.
Biting her lip, Joanna immediately stood up and left the room. A moment later, she returned to the ward, clutching the gauze she had gotten from the nurse. Then she started to treat Bill’s wounds. She appeared to be very skilled at cleaning his wounds. Throughout, she remained silent, her head buried low.
“I was just waiting for a traffic light on the road when a car almost hit a little girl. While saving her, | accidentally bruised my arm." He pretended to be distracted while explaining, straightening her messy hair with his other hand.
Joanna immediately stopped and asked, "Don't you care about your own safety?"
As she kept her head down, she didn’t realize Bill was looking at her with a gentle gaze. Joanna threatened him after she finished treating his wounds, "If you get hurt again, | won't bandage your wounds! Next time you get injured, ask the nurses to do that!”
"Understand." Bill nodded as if he didn’t take her threat seriously.
Joanna was immediately disappointed because she did not receive the response she wanted. She slammed the rest of the medicine and gauze into his hand, "Please return these to the nurses! By the way, a nurse just asked why she hadn't seen you these days.” ‘474 VI Cure You
It took Bill a moment to sense that Joanna was irritated. He was surprised and couldn't figure out why she was angry even if he thought about it really hard. "Okay, I'll give them back to the nurses right away. Why don't you drink the soup right now?" He replied.
As she watched him get up and leave, Joanna was enraged, not knowing why Bill still acted like he didn't sense her feelings for her. In a fit of anger, she took the pillow in her hand and slapped it against his back. To her surprise, the half-knit sweater she had hidden under the pillow fell to the floor the next second. And a blue ball of wool rolled to Bill's feet.
Bill had pretended not to notice Johanna knitting him a sweater every day for the past month or so. He knew, however, that he couldn't keep pretending.
"Is this for me?" he asked shyly, picking up the sweater.
Joanna quickly grabbed the sweater and tucked it under the covers. Bill became embarrassed when he realized Joanna did not want to discuss it. The second thing he feared was dealing with an angry woman.
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