Spoil My Errant Wife

Christina sat on a metal chair in the hospital, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

In fact, she couldn't sleep.

She was now on the seventh floor of the inpatient department, which was the cardiology department, and the ward in front of her was an isolated intensive care unit.

Her father, Donald, was lying inside.She blinked her eyes and moved a little.

It was a long night and she just sat there pretending to be asleep.

She herself did not understand whether it was because she was too nervous about her father's illness, or because she knew that Patrick was also in this hospital.

It was January in winter, and it was 1 o'clock in the morning.

There was no heating in the corridor of the hospital.She tugged at her light pink coat.Her fair fingers were so cold that they turned red.Her aunt Betty was with her grandmother in the ward on the fifth floor.

At 9 p.m., Charles asked someone to buy some takeout.

Her grandmother and aunt ate some while she was not hungry.

They all knew that her father was in danger that he suffered the rupture of the blood vessels in the brain, and they were anxious, but they also understood that the only thing they could do now was to wait.

The glass windows around the hospital walls had been closed, but she still felt a rush of cold wind blowing from time to time along the white corridor, with the smell of disinfectant and blood.She really hated or was afraid of the hospital.

The more she thought about it, the more nervous she became, and her face looked a little pale.

Suddenly, she heard a shoes-stepping sound.

It was the sound of a man's leather shoes stepping on the floor, only one sound, and then it seemed to have disappeared.

She immediately turned her head and looked in the direction of her left hand, but she stared for a long time and did not see anyone passing by.

She might have misheard, but that direction made her very uncomfortable as if there was a burning line of sight over there.

The nurse station was not far from her.

voices of the nurses talking came.She looked

around her chest, lowered her head, and

suddenly

she was still

immediately

doing?" Awhite sheet was

would catch a cold sitting here."

the time you have now to sleep for a while and rest? You have to

sheet in her hand and looked

because there were too many beds in this hospital for sleep, or because

going to sit in this chair for

nurse smiled at her and did not force her,

this long night, Christina was wrapped in a white

always felt that there was someone sitting next to her who

in the morning, people began to get busy one

making rounds of wards, Christina used to have the habit of getting up early in the morning in the

white sheet and returned it to the

to examine him, Betty

waited nervously outside

door of the ward was pushed open again, and the bald

blood pressure, and heartbeat that had been monitored

everyone was relieved.Mrs.Dickens kept

"Thank you so much."

corner of Betty's

did not say thanks to

her neck and looked into

long time for your father to receive

cerebral hemorrhage on his right side, which would definitely affect his left

thinking and speaking, but it was luckiest he

best that he

from the corner of her