My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I pursed my lips and smiled faintly. Then, I looked at Valerie and said, "Your soup's really nice. Thank you!"

Valerie was slightly stunned, and her tears fell even more fiercely, but she smiled.

I thought that I should let go of matters eventually. I didn't want to become someone like Josiah.

Letting go didn't mean covering all the scars, but rather, it was to remain hopeful for the future even after the wounds are reopened.

By the time I sent Valerie off, it was almost midnight. I wasn't too sleepy. Taking into consideration that I had to shift Hendrix's position some time later, I decided to stay up and be on guard.

At midnight, I was in a light sleep. I faintly felt some movement, so I opened my eyes to see Hendrix trying to shift his position and get out of bed.

Reflexively, I immediately sat up straight and got out of bed to hold him.

Due to the fact that he had tugged at his wound, his forehead was slightly sweating. Seeing that I was awake, he looked at me somewhat apologetically and said, "Did I wake you up?" I shook my head as my heart ached for him. I helped him up and said, "What's wrong? The doctor said that you can't get out of bed yet."

He supported himself by his arm on the edge of the bed and said, "I want to go to the

bit, then said, "There's

ordered in a low voice, but it was still

after all. I couldn't dissuade him, so I just helped him get

wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but it felt like he wasn't putting any

still connected to the IV drip. I didn't

stopped me with his hand and looked exasperated. He said, "It's alright, I can do this myself.

I said, "It's not convenient for you to sit down!" His injury was on his back. It was still fine to walk, but sitting down would cause his wound

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hung his IV drip aside and said, "I'll loosen your pants. I promise I

coax me, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not a child. I know my limits. If

the washroom, then

realized that he