A slightly nervous April was scratching his head while he wondered what he could do to keep Hanson’s plan going.
In the meantime, Hanson seemed unconcerned about that, for he didn’t mind whatever Vania would tell him. After all, every word from her sounded like music to his ears, especially when her voice was filled with worry. In fact, it always tickled his fantasy.
When April didn’t respond, Vania thought he had agreed to it, so she cleared her throat and acted as if she knew what to do. “Alright, here I go.”
“Wait, Mrs. Luke. Perhaps you could start by telling him a bit about your life; that would be more conducive to waking the patient up.” Deep down, he didn’t think that Hanson would love to hear Vania memorize the passage from a textbook. Then, he pointed at the door and added, “Perhaps I should excuse myself to give you a little privacy for your little conversation. Ring the bell when Hanson comes around, but for now, I shall leave him in your care.”
“Hey, don’t go yet…” Before Vania could finish her words, April quickly scurried out of the place, refusing to be the third wheel in the ward.
Vania sighed, thinking she had no conversation to make with Hanson, but deep down, she couldn’t help but wonder what Larry and April were up to, judging from their fishy behaviors. Why does something not feel right here? Vania doubted what was going on but decided not to dwell too much on it, considering the circumstances she was under.
Thus, she helplessly shook her head and sat down beside Hanson’s bed, gazing at the man whose eyes were closed while wondering what she should say. What am I going to do now? Cry pitifully as Larry did earlier? Despite her doubts, she was still worried about Hanson’s condition, so she could only sigh helplessly.
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