Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 150

“The medication will be brought over soon. You don’t need to worry too much about your sister. She’s not in serious condition and just needs plenty of rest

“on the other hand, you don’t look so well yourself. Why not ask the doctor to prescribe something to prevent a cold? If your sister hasn’t recovered and you fall sick, it’ll be troublesome,” the nurse suggested

Ween sat down in the chair beside the bed and tucked the blanket carefully around Clara His voice was calm and distant as he replied, “I understand. Thank you.”

The nurse, who had only been working at the hospital for six months, wasn’t discouraged by his cold demeanor. She walked over, ensured the windows were tightly shut, then left to get a cup of hot water. When she returned, she handed it to him. “Drink this. It’ll help warm you up.”

Wren paused for a moment before taking the cup and setting it aside. “Thank you,” he said simply

Nothing he neither drank the water nor warmed his hands with it, the atmosphere in the room became a little awkward. The nurse, stuck on the night shift and unable to leave, felt the need to make conversation.

“You don’t seem like you’re from around here. What brings you to this town? You’re not here for sightseeing, are you?”

Wren’s brows furrowed slightly. He hadn’t expected the nurse to be so talathe. However, out of politeness and considering that clara still needed care at the hospital, he felt compelled to respond.

replied curthy, offering no further

again, the air thick

nurse refrained from asking more questions and

doctor was efficient. Within a few minutes, he arrived with the prescribed

on the back of Clara’s hand. He even attached a small heat patch to the TV line to keep the medication from

out,” the doctor instructed, nodding toward the nurse. He then handed over a box of pills. “These are for her to take after she wakes up. And here’s a box of medicine for preventing colds. It’s for you. Don’t forget

note of everything, ensuring he wouldn’t miss a single

had left, Wren stayed by the bedside, his

warm from the air conditioning, waves of cold seemed to seep through his body, like a chill emanating from his very

the possibility of falling IL He couldn’t afford to get sick. He needed to take care of Clara After warming his hands, he gently placed

reddened as memories flooded his

ill, he had always stayed by her side. At those times, she would become especially fragile and clingy, refusing to let him leave even for a moment. Even in sleep, her small hand would instinctively seek his, as if it was the only way

out to take a call. Worried about disturbing her rest, he left the room quietly. By the time he returned, he heard her startled cries