Shane didn’t stop her this time. He merely watched mutely as Natalie hobbled away.
Jacqueline gazed after her. She then turned to Shane and said thoughtfully, “Shane, I think Ms. Smith hurt her leg too.”
Shane looked away. “I know. Let’s go,” he said smoothly.
He then helped Jacqueline back into the Ophthalmology Department.
Natalie returned to Stanley’s room. When she entered, the savory aroma of chicken soup immediately filled her nostrils. Natalie could feel her mouth water.
“Joyce, your cooking has really improved by leaps and bounds!” Natalie exclaimed, shutting the door behind her.
Joyce was sitting by Stanley’s bedside, feeding Stanley the soup patiently. She was about to say something, but Stanley beat her to it. “Nat, what took you so long?” he exclaimed.
The expression on Joyce’s face froze. She lowered her head and stirred the soup intently without speaking.
Natalie felt slightly discomfited. She walked over and patted Joyce on the shoulder, then offered by way of explanation, “I bumped into someone I knew on the way back. I was held up there for a while.”
“Who was it?” Stanley demanded, completely ignoring Natalie’s subtle gesture. He continued beaming.
Natalie was frank. She pointed above her, mouthing, “Ms. Graham.”
“Jacqueline?” Stanley’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “What did the two of you talk about?”
“Nothing much. She was very concerned about why I wasn’t taking good care of my eyes,” Natalie said, shrugging.
Stanley furrowed his brow, considering this.
Joyce brought another spoonful of soup to Stanley’s mouth.
Stanley shrank slightly from it. He nudged the spoon away, indicating that he had had enough.
Joyce looked down at the bowl of soup in her hands, which was still half full. She knew, however, that Stanley was impervious to any coaxing from her. She might even risk infuriating him by doing so. With that, Joyce put the bowl aside, resigned.
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