Sumire stares at his handsome face for a few minutes before extending her hands out and caressing his face.
"Black bags don't suit you."
"Ha. I know. Jun advised me to take sleeping pills. I shall buy some tomorrow."
"Why not today?"
"I think pharmacies are closed now."
"I suppose you're right." Sumire paused. "Hey, why don't you take some of mine? I still have some."
Although she normally dislikes taking them. The last time she visited the hospital, San gave her a bag of 'regular medicine.'
"Sure."
Silence loomed on them for a few minutes before she moved her hand from his cheek to his forehead.
"As I thought you were sweating."
"Sumire."
Sumire used her free hand to reach over for a small towel on the rack. She began to wipe his sweat off him.
