Shane didn’t stop her this time. He merely watched mutely as Natalie hobbled away.

Jacqueline gazed after her. She then turned to Shane and said thoughtfully, “Shane, I think Ms. Smith hurt her leg too.”

Shane looked away. “I know. Let’s go,” he said smoothly.

He then helped Jacqueline back into the Ophthalmology Department.

Natalie returned to Stanley’s room. When she entered, the savory aroma of chicken soup immediately filled her nostrils. Natalie could feel her mouth water.

“Joyce, your cooking has really improved by leaps and bounds!” Natalie exclaimed, shutting the door behind her.

Joyce was sitting by Stanley’s bedside, feeding Stanley the soup patiently. She was about to say something, but Stanley beat her to it. “Nat, what took you so long?” he exclaimed.

The expression on Joyce’s face froze. She lowered her head and stirred the soup intently without speaking.

Natalie felt slightly discomfited. She walked over and patted Joyce on the shoulder, then offered by way of explanation, “I bumped into someone I knew on the way back. I was held up there for a while.”

“Who was it?” Stanley demanded, completely ignoring Natalie’s subtle gesture. He continued beaming.

 

was frank. She pointed above her,

behind his glasses. “What did the two of you talk

 

why I wasn’t taking good care of my

furrowed his brow, considering

another spoonful of soup to Stanley’s

it. He nudged the spoon away, indicating

full. She knew, however, that Stanley was impervious to any coaxing from her. She might even risk

was utterly unconcerned about Joyce’s feelings, choosing to focus wholly

head and replied, “I don’t know either. Jacqueline was admiring my eyes and last month, she told me to take good care of them. When she

of unbridled fury

been evidently on the verge of insanity back

his hand

is

what do you know?” Joyce asked

Natalie nodded, equally curious.

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