Chapter 1107

Eventually, Patrick growled unhappily, "I'm done."

Sean slowly turned and picked up the bed pan Patrick peed in as if it was natural, emptied it, and cleaned it up before returning it to the ward.

After that, he returned to the washroom and washed his hands.

It seemed like a deliberate gesture to Patrick, as if to convey his disdain.

And when Sean was done, he simply sat on the couch nearby.

Both men did not say a word, leaving the ward in deathly silence.

Patrick suddenly found it uncomfortable. He decided to restrain himself and ask, "How's John?"

Sean looked up at him, surprise showing in his eyes as he appeared caught off guard that Patrick would ask about John.

"Do I look that cold to you?" Patrick demanded right then.

faintly. "Well, he's still comatose, and he suffered worse burns than when he was caught in that hotel fire. There's

hell kind of

"Want

"Nope." Patrick refused.

"Oh," Sean replied.

stand him," Patrick quickly

a word." Sean was

on your face is like saying I'm not understanding-like I'm still worried he would steal Cordy from me when he's about to die,"

agreed, though Patrick found that response

must think him

Patrick huffed stubbornly,

him, speechless. "Don't you see

the right to say

an awfully specific denial, if

You’re still mincing

quarrelsome like

was even more furious, and he felt like he could go up in

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