Lance stiffened, his lips pursed.
At that moment, a nurse came out of the ward, saying that Yazmin was awake.
Marvin stopped teasing him and smiled leisurely, "Placate her a bit. I will be waiting for you at the bar."
In the ward, Yazmin had just recovered from a high fever. Her doctor told Lance that Yazmin had encountered graft rejection in her bone marrow transplantation and that having recurrent fever would do her no good.
Yazmin held Lance's hand tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Lance, my shoulder hurts. It hurts everywhere. I'm afraid I can't wait anymore. Can you marry me? The sooner the better."
Lance's eyes darkened as he pulled his hand away from her grip and stroked her head. "Alright."
Lance's words melted Yazmin's heart. She then leaned into Lance's arms affectionately.
Lance, with a frown, stiffened, wanting to push her away.
