I was in the hospital for two days, and Zion came to visit as expected. He hesitated outside the door while holding the fruits. Violette also peeked her head in. Eason then pushed Zion away and entered with flowers. "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to pollen. Please leave," I said as I covered my head with the quilt. I was concerned about Dexter and Violette's safety. I was fine with risking it, but I could not let them put themselves at risk.
Eason looked perplexed. "There are an abundance of flowers growing at home. When did you develop an allergy?"
"Just now, right before you came in." I snorted, embracing Dexter tightly.
Eason finally grasped the situation and carefully arranged the flowers and fruits on the table. "We're not trying to pressure you to go. We're just here to visit you. Don't get us wrong,"
I couldn't help rolling my eyes. No one would believe that.
