Edward Marshall's eyes flickered with a nearly imperceptible tremor, and he looked surprised. "Brother, I'm Edward, your younger brother! During the days you were moved to the general ward, I came to see you, but you were asleep by then."
The old man tilted his head slightly like a child, thinking for a moment, but still shook his head.
The old man's expression was innocently distant, emanating a sense of unfamiliarity, "I don't know you, what do you want?"
"Brother, I came to see you, I'm your little brother. What could I possibly do? Of course, I hope you recover soon."
The old man remained silent, seemed frightened. He clutched his quilt tightly, fear reflected in his eyes.
Edward Marshall stared intently at his brother, his sharp gaze not wavering for an instant, he asked in a softened voice, "Brother, do you not remember me? What exactly happened to you?"
The old man didn't answer, he hid straight inside the blanket.
