Just now, she was washing up, preparing to stay overnight at the hospital, and when she saw Mabel Doyle awake, she broke into a smile. "…Do you want some water?"
She walked over to the bed, crouched down to pick up the shards, and threw them in the trash. Then she poured a cup of warm water for her.
"Thanks." Mabel leaned against the headboard, her voice weak as she drank the water in one gulp, and stared at her friend, "It's so late, why don't you go home and rest? I'll be fine alone!"
"How can you say you're fine, you've been asleep for almost twelve hours, you really scared me! How did you drink so much!? You've always had a high tolerance..." Jian took the cup from her hand and asked again, "Do you want more water?"
Mabel nodded, smiling at her, still persuading, "Go home, nothing's going to happen tonight. I feel fine, so..."
"Are you really okay?" Jian was naturally not at ease, but seeing her insist, she frowned and asked.
