Christopher Hart woke up early, anxiously hoping.
Amelia had said she would come to the hospital to deliver soup today, but she hadn't mentioned what time.
After asking the caregiver about the time several times, which left the caregiver baffled, "Mr. Hart, do you have some kind of emergency? Should I call for you?"
He wanted to call, but when the words reached his lips, he changed his mind, "No need, it's nothing."
He closed his eyes to continue resting.
But sleep evaded him.
Agitatingly waiting, not knowing how much time had passed, he suddenly opened his eyes, inexplicably asking, "Do I look scruffy with a beard all over my face?"
The caregiver stared at him and assessed, "Mmm, a bit."
"Help me shave."
Shave?
The caregiver was startled.
"What's wrong, don't you have a razor?" Not hearing any activity, Christopher raised his voice and asked.