When William returned to the ward, there was no sound inside.
He slowed down to approach, stopped at the edge of the bed, staring at Vivian, who was half lying on the bed and unconsciously fell asleep. The moonlight was just pouring out of the window. It was like a gentle veil on her face and tears hanging on her curled eyelashes.
It seemed that she was pitiful.
She huddled together in a very defensive pose, her injured hand just under her face.
Only people with strong self-protection consciousness would have this kind of response. William sighed slightly and imperceptibly.
With a little spoiled and helpless, he gently picked her up, let her lie on the pillow, put her hand on the quilt, to help her blood circulation.
Then, he also followed her to lie beside her with an absolute protective posture. He half hugged her, and slept in a narrow hospital bed.
In fact, Vivian didn't really fall asleep. She felt that someone was holding her and wanted to open her eyes. When she smelled the tobacco smell on the man's body, her nose was sour, and she clenched her teeth tightly to prevent herself from making any noise.
Now that he's gone, why did he come back?
Compared with the past, he had a stronger smell of smoke. Vivian guessed that he must have smoked before he came, because of her or because there were too many problems in front of him.
She did not dare to think it was because of her, if she knew the truth, and her heart would be too painful.
Vivian thought that she was well hidden, but some people were more sensitive and intelligent than her. As early as the moment William picked her up, he knew that the woman in his arms was not sleeping, nor did he break her careful thinking.
The next day she got up, the man beside her had already left.
Vivian looked at the empty bedside. She couldn't tell the feeling in her heart. She wanted to ask why he came back again. Knowing that he had left early, she was relieved.
She didn't like to repeat like this.
In the morning and noon, she was delivered meals, and no one came to the ward except for the doctor.
Even the footsteps on the corridor were limited.
It was hard to wait for Selina to come.
Vivian was anxious to ask, but someone else came with her.
"Selina."
"Yes, how is your hand?" Selina knew what Vivian was going to say. Due to the presence of the obnoxious person, she could only wink at her to reassure her.
After receiving the signal, Vivian also laughed, "Well, it's much better."
Selina looked closer and said suspiciously, "Really, I don't think you look better than yesterday."
She saw that the people behind her wanted to follow in. She quickly made a stop gesture, and said with disgust, "We're talk about women's private affairs. Are you sure you want to stay?"
Grace's had to stand back, "I went to handle the discharge procedures, called me later."
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