My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Shirley reached out to stop me, but I swatted her hand away. "Butt out of this."

When I turned my head and saw Irvin still looking as if he was dead inside, my rage got the better of me.

Were all patients so fond of tossing and turning? Must they anger the people around them so the latter could commiserate with their helplessness? Would the scale of psychological distress only then be balanced?

There was no need to worry so much since being soft would not work on Irvin.

Gasping heavily, I stood there, staring at the two. Then, I moved and aggressively dragged Irvin onto the chair.

I didn't know where my strength came from since I could pull him over in one swift try, or perhaps Irvin had gotten much lighter than he was before. Frightened, Shirley quickly helped Irvin to sit up on the chair. "Get moving." I ordered without another word. Then I took the lead, walked over, and opened the door.

Irvin was huffing and puffing, but there was nothing he could do about it. He bore his dark brown eyes into me to express his anger.

I deliberately ignored him and reminded Shirley, "Don't just stand there. Grab a blanket and cover his legs! The doctor said that sunbathing can provide him with calcium. What are you waiting for?"

It was only at this moment that Shirley's trance was interrupted. She hastily folded a blanket and placed it over Irvin's lap before pushing the wheelchair out of the ward in a hurry.

I had to admit that the garden was a completely different world from the ward. Birds were chirping, flowers fragrant, the grass was lush on muddied ground, and fresh air was infinite.

a long time since

a long face, he did not lose his temper. For someone

was rare that the three of us shared such a harmonious atmosphere. We took our

summoned Shirley and I

relaxed before entering the room. But when I opened the door and saw the

long been accustomed to such situations. Not long after we sat down, she was the first to

doctor was

patient's condition is deteriorating sharply. We need to turn up the notch for his treatment, but the patient will be in a lot of pain. If he is discharged from the hospital to recuperate, he

the morning, we pushed him out to bask in the sun. He seems to be in a good place mentally. Doctor, perhaps there's been

did not say a word, but

she tried to keep herself calm and restrained. She

will

months

expected?"

turn to be silent. He frowned, shook his head and sighed, leaving no room for

but being

that nothing I heard was true, forcing composure