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 no

subsided a bit, her head not as

her, wrapped in her embrace like a man trapped in

movement,

"You awake?"

already past ten on the wall clock, "Don't you have to be at the office?" "I've got nothing urgent this morning," he said, though his phone had rung multiple times, hinting

waiting for the elevator, Tina leaned into Phillip, who wrapped

surprised gaze flicked between him and

nodding politely as Phillip spoke to her, clearly

home, after

Tina mentioned she'd sleep a bit more since her fever was

her medication and watched her take it

medicine, helped Tina wake

steaming bowl of

restless after

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