Shane didn't stop her this time. He merely watched mutely as Natalie hobbled away.

Jacqueline gazed after her. She then turned to Shane and said thoughtfully, “Shane, I think Ms. Smith hurt her leg too.”

Shane looked away. “I know. Let's go,” he said smoothly.

He then helped Jacqueline back into the Ophthalmology Department.

Natalie returned to Stanley's room. When she entered, the savory aroma of chicken soup immediately filled her nostrils. Natalie could feel her mouth water.

“Joyce, your cooking has really improved by leaps and bounds!” Natalie exclaimed, shutting the door behind her.

Joyce was sitting by Stanley's bedside, feeding Stanley the soup patiently. She was about to say something, but Stanley beat her to it. “Nat, what took you so long?” he exclaimed.

The expression on Joyce's face froze. She lowered her head and stirred the soup intently without speaking.

Natalie felt slightly discomfited. She walked over and patted Joyce on the shoulder, then offered by way of explanation, “I bumped into someone I knew on the way back. I was held up there for a while.”

completely ignoring Natalie's subtle gesture. He

was frank. She pointed above her, mouthing, “Ms.

behind his glasses. “What did

She was very concerned about why I wasn't taking good care of my eyes,” Natalie said,

furrowed his brow,

spoonful of soup to Stanley's

slightly from it. He nudged the spoon away, indicating that

however, that Stanley was impervious to any coaxing from her. She might even risk infuriating him by doing so. With that,

eyes?” Stanley was utterly unconcerned about Joyce's feelings, choosing to focus wholly on Natalie

was admiring my eyes and last month, she told me to take good care of them. When

Jacqueline's look of unbridled fury

the

Stanley yelled. He'd squeezed his hand into a fist,

Jacqueline, is actually eyeing

you know?”

Natalie nodded, equally curious.

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