She didn't speak, and Owen Moreland didn't either.
It seemed as if he was waiting for her to start the conversation, with immense patience.
After a long while, Amelia Clarke said in a tone that was half true and half playful, half coquettish and half naive, "You said last night to wait for you, I've been waiting for you all day, where are you?"
Owen Moreland's voice suddenly deepened as he asked her, "Do you want to see me?"
Amelia Clarke's response was soft and faint, a simple "Mhm," like a little kitten, stirring the heart.
There was a pause.
Owen Moreland said, "Alright, wait for me fifteen minutes."
After hanging up the phone, Amelia Clarke touched her burning cheeks.
She returned to the hospital room, told Olivia Wilson, and then walked out of the hospital's inpatient building.
The wind outside was somewhat cold.
But her heart was warm.
On the other side.
Owen Moreland hung up the phone and returned to the private room.