"Be serious. If you want to go out to get some fresh air, I will take you,'' Daisy gave him a look but a rosiness tinted her cheeks.
''I was not going to get air or anything. I was looking for you,'' Ryle met her gaze.
Daisy's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively broke eye contact and went behind the wheelchair, pushing him back to his room, ''Didn't you say you can't chase me if I leave?"
''I meant that I won't be able to walk or run after you. But so what? I still have a wheelchair,'' Ryle clicked his tongue, ''If I don't have it, I would crawl to you.''
When Daisy did not respond to the man, he tilted his head back to meet her gaze.
''You don't trust me? I...''
''Ryle,'' Daisy called out his name the moment she pushed him inside the hospital room.
Ryle continued meeting her gaze with his head tilted back while she held his wheelchair.
But suddenly, darkness descended in front of his vision.