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.

it had been a long time since

been pulling a long face, he did not lose his temper. For someone who would only respond to rough and rowdy ways, he was quite the

us shared such a harmonious atmosphere. We took our time returning

the attending doctor summoned

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

situations. Not long

doctor was an

then looked at us earnestly. "The patient's condition is deteriorating sharply. We need to turn up the notch for his treatment, but the patient

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

say

the table, as she tried to keep herself calm and restrained. She forced a smile and asked, "Well,

medicine, will he live

more months as

expected?"

silent. He frowned, shook his head and sighed, leaving no room

terrifying thing in the world was not falling into despair, but being thrown into the deep abyss after seeing a glimmer

told myself that nothing I heard was true, forcing composure into