"Let me assist you!" Seeing him struggling to hang the IV drip bag without asking for help, Eleven rushed over instantly.
With an IV in his left hand and his right hand unable to bend properly, even his fingers could only wiggle a little. It was a pitiful sight.
Who knew when it would get better?
After helping him set up the bag, she patted the bed and lifted the covers for him to lie down, providing him a full-service package.
"I'm thirsty."
"Hot or cold water?" Before he could respond, she answered herself, "Hot water is better! When in doubt, hot water to the rescue!"
She poured him some water, waited for him to finish drinking. She then noticed that the air conditioning was still on and promptly turned it off.
"Why'd you turn it off? Isn't it hot?"
"Given how much of a fever you have, you can't have the AC on anymore."
"I'm fine—"
What did she think he was, a feverish toddler?
He was fully aware of his body's condition. He wasn't that frail.
