Many hours left. The sun was up, then set down. She didn't stir which was wrecking him. He didn't budge from her side. He was still holding her hand. More hours passed. His eyes boarded in her. Everything before arriving at this room, especially her medicines, staff were carefully checked and inspected. He was brushing his thumb on the back of her hand. He felt her fingers' movement in his hand. He impatiently waited for her to hold his hand again. He was taking care of the preparation and administration of food and medicine for day and night. He didn't want to give his enemies another opportunity to hurt her.
His face was gloomy. He was feeling incomplete without her. He wasn't taking any calls, his phone was dead in his pocket. He wanted to take care of her, wanted her to talk to him.