Jero opened his eyes slowly and was surprised when he saw Candace sitting by his bedside.
He removed the oxygen mask on his nose, "You came back?" He asked weakly, and Candace who had been reading a novel on her phone looked at him before glancing at her wristwatch.
"You have been sleeping for about eighteen hours now. How are you feeling? Should I get the doctor?" Candace asked as she stood up and dropped her phone on the chair.
"Eighteen hours? Have you been here for that long?" Jero asked in a weak but surprised voice.
"Don't sound so surprised. I'm not here because I care about you," she said in a flat tone.
"Then why are you here? To kill me?" Jero asked, and Candace scoffed.
"If I wanted to kill you, we wouldn't be having this conversation by now. You'd be on your way to hell by now," Candace assured him, and Jero looked at her with apologetic eyes.
"I'm sorry for everything..."
