Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Phillip gently pushed the hand that was playfully pinching at his waist away, "Careful, you've got a needle stuck in."

"Anyone who messes with kids gets the firing squad," Tina playfully aimed her finger gun at his heart, making a "pew pew" sound.

"Are you a kid?" Phillip asked with a smirk.

"I'm a twenty-six-year-old baby," she quipped, "and you must be a pervert."

Phillip was speechless.

She was fussy like a drunk after a wild party, causing a ruckus and resorting to biting Phillip whenever her headache turned severe, as if to share her misery in the name of fairness and justice. Phillip was surprisingly patient with her, even when she left bite marks on his neck.

As dawn broke and the hospital became busier, with the morning rush hour traffic flowing like a river in the early light, Tina finally calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

Phillip's phone buzzed on the bedside table. He quickly silenced it, careful not to wake her.

When Tina woke up, the room was bright with daylight.

bags were empty, the

a bit, her

still there, holding her, wrapped in her embrace like a man trapped in an

slightest movement, he opened his

"You awake?"

past ten on the wall clock, "Don't you have to be at the

into Phillip, who wrapped his arms around her. The elevator doors opened, and out stepped a

flicked between

her, nodding politely

after

mentioned she'd sleep a bit more since her fever

watched her

being the best medicine, helped Tina wake up refreshed

for a meal, a steaming bowl of

restless after the