Lissy Lock responded, "Okay."
John Fame carefully placed her down, adjusted the pillow under her head, tastefully tucked the corners of the blanket, and finally, he gently kissed her forehead.
Lissy Lock was somewhat reluctant, her eyebrows furrowed, but she had no strength to avoid it.
John Fame didn't mind, he softly said, "No matter what, Lissy Lock, you must pull through this."
After he finished, somewhat at a loss, he diverted his gaze towards the glass of water on the cabinet and asked, "Would you like some water?"
Lissy Lock shook her head.
"Then you rest, have a good sleep."
Lissy Lock still shook her head.
Right now, John Fame resembled a teenage boy who just fell in love, frantic, unsure about what he could do, yet eager to please Lissy Lock.
"Then what do you want to do?" he asked. "Tell me, what do you want to do right now, just tell me."
Lissy Lock shook her head again. She paused, and said, "Pain."
John Fame was taken aback, and then he realized.
