"Child, how's the child?"
Yolanda Greenwood saw Noah Coldson come in and struggled to sit up, grabbing his arm anxiously and looking at him.
"Please lie down first," Noah Coldson spoke in a deep, soothing voice, "Aren't you curious where you are?"
The longer he didn't speak, the more frightened Yolanda Greenwood became, "Tell me first, is the child… is the child still here?"
She couldn't bear to think about it, she just wanted to hear a definite answer.
"The child is fine," Noah Coldson noticed that Yolanda Greenwood finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, he added, "But it's only temporary."
Yolanda Greenwood lay back on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling, as if the excitement had exhausted all her remaining energy.
Noah Coldson could see that these two children really meant more to Yolanda Greenwood than her own life.