"It's midnight now, you should get some sleep. You'll probably need to get another shot tomorrow morning." Joseph Thompson motioned for her to lie down and sleep.
"I'm fine, you can go now." Jaylene glanced at him and said indifferently.
"It's pouring rain outside. Do you think it's a good time to drive?" he raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
"..." She fell silent, apparently, she had ignored the storm outside.
So, she silently nodded, obediently lay down, and he pulled the quilt over her, threw the used food containers outside the door.
Jaylene closed her eyes slightly, just as she was about to sleep, she heard Joseph's low voice from behind her: "Jaylene, scoot over a bit, make room for me."
"Ah?" Jaylene exclaimed and turned her head to stare at him with wide eyes.
"You wouldn't really make me sleep on the floor, would you?" Joseph glanced at her.
"Then... isn't there a chair?" Jaylene pointed at the single chair with her fingers.
