Today Sarah came to visit Mr. Collins' room. Actually, Sarah didn't really do much, she just asked how the old man was doing, then spent the time sitting by his bed saying nothing.
Both of them seemed quite comfortable with their situation like that.
"Sarah."
Mr Collins' hoarse, low voice made Sarah immediately take her eyes off the patient data she was studying for her next operation.
The frail body lying on the hospital bed was staring at her.
Sarah's heart ached when she saw Mr Collins, in her memory, the man always looked dignified, dashing, and charismatic.
But now the old wrinkles were more clearly visible on his face.
"Yes, Mr Collins?" Sarah asked with a smile, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
The man she had considered like her own father, and seeing how this once-outstanding man had become like this made Sarah's heart ache.
