"Can you stay with me at the hospital?"
"No."
"Then I'll go home with you."
"No."
Daisy Ginger pouted, clearly unhappy.
Edward Stephens ignored her, picked her up, and put her back in bed.
The nurse saw she was awake and came over to take Daisy Ginger's temperature.
Edward leaned against the door with his arms crossed, watched for a while, and went to the vent to light a cigarette.
"Thirty-eight degrees," the nurse glanced at the thermometer, "Still a bit warm, you'll need to take antipyretics after dinner. We'll do another blood count tomorrow to see if the white blood cells have come down."
Daisy Ginger's gaze was fixed on Edward Stephens, worried he'd really leave her alone at the hospital. When she saw his figure disappear at the door, she didn't dare tell him not to leave, feeling a bit desolate, she muttered, "Got it."
When she came out, she hadn't brought her phone, and didn't know how the company was doing.
