On this side, Flossie Wright came to her senses with some awkwardness and waved his hand away.
"Fine, I'll take a nap first,"
Glancing at him, Flossie Wright spoke lazily and then leaned back in the chair.
There were no spare beds here, but there was Anthony Ward's office chair, and an IV drip was a boring task to begin with. To sit upright for one or two hours was really more than any person could bear.
Naturally, that office chair was claimed by Flossie Wright.
Having been sick all day and feeling quite uncomfortable, not having had a proper sleep while traveling, now that she had a chance, Flossie Wright was naturally going to take the time to rest properly.
Without further argument, Perry Reed sat next to her, taking the hand that was attached to the IV.
It was cold.
The liquid from the IV was cold, and due to the temperature, Flossie Wright's hand was losing heat quickly, as cold as a block of ice.
Feeling helpless, Perry Reed held her hand to warm it.
…
