A Pathetic Look

During this entire time, she tried her best not to stare at the red spots as she wiped him down with alcohol wash. Then, she put the medicated ointment on him as instructed. By the time she was finished with the task, the sky had turned dark.

He was still resting with a drip in place. However, the ointment seemed to work. The rash visibly subsided after she tended to him.

The rain was still pouring outside, so she knew that she could not visit the park today.

"Water."

She quickly poured a glass of warm water for him.

"Are you thirsty?"

He was still groggy when he opened his eyes. The lights were dim in the room, and he seemed to be searching for something frantically. She stopped him when he struggled to sit up on the bed. "What are you doing?"

He took in a slow, deep breath upon hearing the familiar voice. He gripped her hands with his instead.

"Are you thirsty?" She leaned forward and placed a bolster behind his back.