The nurse hesitated and glanced at Sophia, but seeing no reaction from her, she didn't press further and let Brandon help push the hospital bed back to the rest ward.
All the way, Brandon pushed the bed slowly, steady and gentle, carefully controlling the pace to avoid any jostle or bump.
When they returned the bed to the ward, the nurse couldn't help but throw a puzzled look at Brandon, finding this guy a bit odd. His face and the aura he gave off screamed restraint and control, yet his actions when pushing the bed were tender, almost as if he was tiptoeing around.
After the nurse gave a few reminders, she scurried off.
Suddenly, the spacious ward was left with just Sophia and Brandon.
Silence reigned.
Brandon quietly poured her a cup of hot water and stood by her bed, gently helping her sit up. "Have some water first."
His voice was still as gravelly as if it had been ground by sand.
"Thanks." Sophia's voice was hoarse with gratitude as she took the cup and sipped a little, soothing her dry throat a bit.
Brandon watched her drink in small sips, took the cup back when she was done, and placed it silently on the table next to them.
He didn't speak.
Neither did Sophia.
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