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.

IV bags were empty, the needle

a bit,

wrapped in her embrace like a man trapped in an octopus's

slightest movement, he opened his

"You awake?"

"Don't you have to be at the office?" "I've got nothing

who wrapped his

flicked between him

politely as Phillip spoke to her, clearly an

home, after changing

she'd sleep a bit more since her fever was almost gone, urging Phillip totend

watched her take

medicine, helped Tina wake up refreshed

a meal, a steaming bowl of chicken soup their housekeeper served

after