Ella felt tired, and her head still felt heavy. Her eyelids had not fully opened. She could faintly hear the conversation, and she still couldn't tell who was talking to whom.
"As a doctor. You know, if I did my best with all of Ella's treatment and recovery." Doctor Paul studied the clipboard he was holding. With his slightly drooping glasses, he adjusted carefully.
"I know it, Doctor Paul. You've made my wife survive all these years. And I appreciate everything you do," Alfred replied.
The two men were talking slightly away from Ella's bed. Alfred watched his wife from a distance.
Ella managed to open her eyelids, although the pain in her head had subsided. Still, she found it hard to lift her head, and all that could be heard was the sound of her moaning in pain.
"Ahh...!!"
"Ella..? You're awake," Alfred approached his wife and gently stroked Ella's head. Alfred's eyes became gentle and full of concern.
