All around was quiet, so quiet they could even hear each other's breathing, calm but with a hint of urgency.
Joan Harry lay with her eyes closed, continuing to sleep, while Jesse Rowan sat by the bedside.
He was always someone who couldn't sit still; he didn't know why today, but he just wanted to sit there, not wanting to do anything else.
The hospital room was very warm, and Jesse Rowan's suit and hair gradually dried.
He stood up, took off his suit jacket, and hung it on the hanger, wearing only a white shirt underneath.
After loosening his tie, he went to the bathroom to wash his face.
After a while, a nurse came to check on the room and changed Joan Harry's IV bag.
"She's awake," Jesse Rowan informed the nurse, "Should she eat something?"
"She can have something light, like porridge, but it's okay if she doesn't eat, we have nutrition IVs," the nurse said softly.
The man before her was quite handsome; he must be the patient's boyfriend.
"I understand."
