*Benjamin's POV*
The sun was setting and the servants had set the table in the indoor patio.
Jasmine was sitting in her wheelchair and I wanted to push her towards our dinner. Jasmine made a disapproving sound when she saw the table that was made beautiful, just for her.
My staff had led all the candle lights we had, it seemed like. I rolled her wheelchair to the head of the table and placed a napkin on her lap. Then I adjusted her IV and kissed her cheek.
It was already late, but we weren't really hungry before. Jazz looked at the candle lights again and I sensed that she felt uncomfortable with them.
"I think they meant well," I swiftly smiled and started blowing out the candles. The smoke of the dying candles made Jasmine cough, causing the doctors to be alarmed.
Before I knew it, the whole room was filled with nurses and the doctor came running as well.
