Grace's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't fall asleep, unsure if what had just happened was a dream or reality. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess.

It wasn't until evening that Joanne arrived at her hospital room.

Joanne looked pale. Her face was ashen, looking as if she had lost a lot of blood. Even when she sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembled slightly.

Grace grew concerned and quickly got out of bed. "What happened? Is the wound hurting?"

Joanne slowly shook her head, but the pallor on her face was evident.

"Grace, I'm going to discharge myself."

Her voice was hoarse, and she looked like she had been crying. It seemed like she had cried a lot.

Grace felt her heart tighten. "Did something happen at home?"

She didn't remember much about Joanne's family situation.

"No, I'm just really tired. I want to go home and sleep. I can't sleep here at the hospital."

"Alright, then I'll take you home," Grace offered.

"No, I want to be alone for a while."

Joanne's voice was heavy with sadness, and when she tried to stand, she almost stumbled.

Grace could tell she didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't press further.

also felt like going home. The interruption had taken her mind

car and checked her phone, she realized it had been on silent mode. There were many

"What are you doing?

picking up the

pick you up. Where are

hours and no

piling up. There were over 20 in

tired, and she didn't have the energy to scroll through them all. She decided

lay down on the bed to rest. When she was half-asleep, she felt someone

was holding her hand, their warmth spreading from their

"Ed?"

name, reaching for her

brought to her lips, accompanied by

"Eat something."

that her whole body had been cleaned up She had sweated through the night, and

an

her frustration melted away in instant. She took a few sips of the soup, and the smell of something

you make this yourself?" she

fingers trembled slightly. "I'm

air carried a strange aroma, a sign that he had tried several

the soup and felt much better. "So, when you live alone, what do

long as

care about how the food

to realize that his words had come

"Mean to what?"

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