Shelly's POV
Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.
I smiled softly. "Mechelle's here."
"Yes, go open the door!" Lucas nodded and reminded me, "Be kind to her. She's had a tough time."
"I know." I rolled my eyes at him, feigning annoyance.
Lucas chuckled lightly.
Mechelle Diaz stood at the door, taking a deep breath. She suddenly felt guilty, knowing that Lucas wasn't in good health, yet she had still caused him so much worry over the past few days. As I opened the door from the inside, I said indifferently, "Come in."
"Thank you." Mechelle Diaz kept her head down, feeling apologetic.
"Have a seat," I said.
"Okay." Mechelle nodded slightly and lifted her head to glance at Lucas, who was lying on the hospital bed. In just over half a month, he had become a completely different person from the man she remembered. He had lost weight rapidly, reduced to almost skin and bones.
