Marissa was sitting beside Delinda close to the bed where her seven-year-old was fast asleep under heavy sedatives.
He just had his appendix surgery and was treated on time.
"I'm so thankful to you, Marissa. I have never seen someone like you who thinks of others," Marissa was holding her hand and for some reason she was reminded of Abigail who had a weak heart and any day her doctor could announce her surgery.
"I did nothing, silly. Thanks to Dean and our CEO who made this prompt decision,"
Delinda abruptly got to the kid's bed when saw him stirring in his unconscious state, "Oh, I think he is waking up. I need to call a doctor." She happily pressed the button and Marissa didn't miss the glow on the mom's face.
When she got out of the hospital it had started drizzling.
