The clean ward was surrounded by white walls, with the blue sky and fluffy white clouds outside the window. The gentle breeze stirred the pure white curtains of the ward, making them dance in the wind like freshly born butterfly wings.
The rhythm of breaths and heartbeats intertwined throughout the room, although audible, somehow brought a greater sense of tranquility.
The young boy pressed the girl down onto the bed, one hand resting on the side of her neck while the other gently caressed her cheek.
The coffee-colored pupils of his eyes reflected her face. Her complexion was slightly pale, even though her stomach no longer ached, she still felt somewhat unwell, looking drained of color.
"Sister." The young boy softly called out, "Don't go, take a good rest instead."
The uniqueness of his adolescent voice held a magnetic, somewhat bewitching nature.
