In another part of the mansion at the hospital wing, Iris opened her reddened eyes and finally seemed to have regained her full consciousness.
She turned her head to the side and saw her husband sleeping while sitting on a chair with his head on her bed. Their hands were clasped together. He looked so uncomfortable that it made her heart ache.
She shifted to take a closer look at him but her movement alerted him. He awoke with a start. His first concern was her condition as always.
"Love, how are you feeling?" he asked while already checking her temperature with the back of his hand.
She smiled. "I'm fine. How are the twins?"
He paused.
"You haven't checked on them?" she asked, frowning.
He didn't answer.
