He made his way closer to the bed, planning to simply observe the sleeping older man. Hence, he was astonished when John abruptly opened both eyes to look at him. They gazed into each other’s eyes for several seconds.
“Who are you?”
“I…I’m Zeke Wu. We’d bumped into each other briefly yesterday afternoon.”
“I see.”
“I’m a freelance photographer hired by the board of directors of this hospital.”
“What are you doing in my room?”
Zeke didn’t have the proper response. He remained speechless for several moments before coming up with what he thought might be a plausible excuse. “I wanted to take photographs of the bedroom, but I got into the wrong one. I’m sorry.”