He sat on the sofa, letting out a weary sigh. Mrs. Johnson received the news and came back from the garden. Seeing her son Samuel exhausted and leaning on the sofa, she sat beside him, allowed him to rest his head on her legs, and massaged his temples.
"What's happened now?"
She looked down at her son's face, asking softly.
Samuel closed his eyes and relaxed slightly, "Nothing."
"Has she been discharged?" Mrs. Johnson asked quietly, "Did the doctors say she could leave?"
"The hospital isn't safe." Samuel glanced towards the staircase, his eyes holding a restrained pain, "She probably doesn't want to stay there anymore either."
Mrs. Johnson sighed gently. She didn't know what to say and could only shake her head helplessly.
Samuel rested on the sofa for a while before he got up. He looked a little better and said to his mother, "Call me after you've finished cooking. I'll take the food up to her."
Mrs. Johnson nodded, watching as Samuel rose from the sofa and went to his room.
