"Alright, I won't interfere in your matters anymore."
After a pause, Martin Wallace continued, "Should we inform Adam Howard? He's quite worried about you, we all just want you to get better."
Daniel Marshall felt a rush of clarity and quickly said, "You let him know, save him the guessing. And remind him to not bother my wife, we'll handle this."
"Understood."
"Also, don't worry about my health. I had some porridge today without throwing up afterwards. I had an IV drip as well, and so far I'm just running a low fever. The doctor said these are signs of improvement."
"That's great to hear, I believe you'll be discharged soon. It's getting late, I'll go confer with the psychologist now, we'll meet again tonight to talk."
Daniel's eyes softened, a small smile tugged at his lips, his entire demeanor seemed entirely changed. "Thank you, Martin. I appreciate it, I really do."
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room lightened.
