"You certainly sound energetic; I can hardly feel how weak your body is." The voice was so close that it was clear the speaker had reached the bedside.
David naturally sat on the edge of the bed. "You look rosy and in good spirits. You're quite the actress. Has my mom decided to stop 'interrogating' you? Does that mean you've achieved your goal? What a sly little fox you are!" His long fingers brushed against Jennifer's cheek, and he just wanted to check if her temperature was normal.
But in Jennifer's eyes, David's actions felt frivolous. She pushed his large hand away, trying to use more force, but the effects of the medication controlled her strength. Even though she was trying hard, it felt like her strike against David's hand carried no pain at all. Instead, it resembled a playful exchange between a married couple, with the wife teasing her husband.
