Daniel Cooper pretended to stir, then put on a pained expression, "I can't move, it hurts everywhere when I do."
Amelia looked at his face covered in wounds, and said indifferently, "Serves you right."
Despite her words, she bent down and slid her slender arms under his neck, carefully lifting it just enough to shove another pillow under his head.
The faintly fragrant scent that was uniquely hers lingered at his nostrils, standing out delightfully in the antiseptic-drenched hospital ward.
Daniel breathed in greedily, eyes steadily on her fair and beautiful face, a subtle smile seeping through his expression as he spoke in a low voice, "It hurts, I really can't sit up."
Amelia frowned slightly, "I didn't ask you to sit up, I'm just propping you up a bit so you won't choke to death on soup—that's a responsibility I can't afford."
Daniel, "..."
