Wyatt Wright's arms tightened as he hugged her close, "Our Rae Rae is the most beautiful."
"Then don't you forget it."
"My most beautiful..."
She closed her eyes, letting her consciousness erode by the wind, the rain, the cold, and the abdominal pain.
It was past midnight, deep into the night, and the light was still on in the VIP ward.
Charlotte Watson and Khalil Wright were squeezed into one hospital bed, with the petite Ms. Watson taking up three-quarters of the bed, and Khalil, with his bear-like body, taking up a mere quarter on the edge.
Khalil was dozing off, his head bobbing, his hand holding the phone moving with it, and Ms. Watson was getting dizzy from it.
"Sir Khalil!"
Khalil suddenly became alert, "What's happening? What's happening?"
Ms. Watson took the phone from him, held it up herself, and continued to watch the variety show, "You go sleep."
