The two looked at each other and Eloise suddenly didn't know what to say.
When their eyes met, she sighed, closed her eyes and chose to give up.
Then there was a sad silence.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Finnley asked indifferently, "There won't be another chance for us to be alone."
Eloise quickly opened her eyes and their eyes locked again, "Have you been taking care of me while I was in coma?" She looked forward to his answer, and was a little nervous.
"Yes," Finnley answered truthfully, "Mya is also here."
Eloise was stunned, and gritted her teeth with a frown. "Stop mentioning her. Gross."
"How can you realize if I don't remind her often enough?" Finnley asked, "You have just escaped from death, and will you kill yourself again?"
Eloise did not want to argue with him and asked him, "Can you stay here for another day, while I was awake?" She wanted to know how being alone with him felt like.
"I will have to ask Mya." Finnley didn't refuse directly. "If she disagreed, that would be a no."
His words were even more hurtful than a blatant rejection, "What? You can live without her around for one day?"
"I'm thirsty. I want some water." Eloise's lips were dry and she felt weak. She rolled her eyes at him.
"I will get it for you."
Then he went to get her water. He actually did a nice job taking care of her.
At the end of the corridor outside the ward, by the railing, Claire and Mya stood side by side, looking over the city.
The air was filled with the faint smell of wormwood and disinfectant.
"What do you think Eloise is talking to Finnley about?" Claire had been guessing, and she asked Mya with a smile.
Mya squinted at the distant white cloud and said frankly, "I didn't even think about it, and I don't care what they are talking about."
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