"I'm not in the mood for regrets," Jane Sampson's voice was muffled, "Seeing you covered in blood scared me to death, my mind was full of..."
Full of images of him dying on top of her, aside from the red blood, there was also his gradually cooling body, never again to get annoyed at her to the point of gritting his teeth and calling out her name and surname included, never again to say 'Don't do this, don't do that.'
"The doctor said I'm fine, what's there for you not to be at ease about?" James Black chuckled, "You cried like a three-year-old child who couldn't find candy."
Looking at Jane Sampson, who sat upright and just gave him a look of disapproval, James Black's mood inexplicably brightened.
"James Black, don't talk!" Jane Sampson stood up and covered James Black with the quilt, "Patients need to rest early, so close your eyes, go to sleep and don't talk!"
The person who was teased had slightly red ears and lightly patted James Black's chest, "Go to sleep."
