Evans looked at Andrea, who was unconscious on the bed. He approached Andrea and sat on the bed beside Andrea.
"I'm sorry," Evans said.
His hand slowly grabbed Andrea's palm and gripped it gently.
"I should pay more attention to things like this with you. I'm sorry," Evans said.
"Why are you apologizing," blurted Andrea.
Immediately Evans' eyes widened as he turned to Andrea.
"Andrea, you...."
"He, he," Andrea just grimaced. Then she tried to get up.
"Y-you pretended to faint?" said Evans in disbelief.
"Otherwise, I'd be so embarrassed," Andrea said, pulling the blanket over her.
"Hah, you, you .…"
Immediately Evans stood up. What he was worried about at first was now angry.
"Don't be mad," said Andrea.
"Don't be angry? You said I shouldn't be angry? Andrea, you don't know how much I worry about you..."
Evans was silent. He couldn't finish his words.
"You're worried about me? Why?" Andrea asked.
"Emm - it's not like that," Evans said awkwardly.
