"Ewan, must you go? The doctor admonished you to stay with me till my fears are subdued…please listen to him." Fiona pleaded, looking very pale and pitiful.
Ewan frowned, not believing what he was hearing. Stay till she was free from her fears? It meant he wouldn't go to work again, considering how extreme she was. How impossible was that!
However, he sat down gently by her bedside. "Fiona, don't be so dramatic…"
He tucked her blonde hair behind her ears. "You love being rich right? You love spending money, right? Well, allow me to go and make it, so you can have more to enjoy…"
Fiona pouted when she saw the smile on Ewan's lips, never mind it was barely there, just a tug at the end of his lips.
"But I need you to hold me, to tell me I will be okay…"
Ewan prayed for patience to deal with this version of Fiona. He didn't know how much longer his patience would hold before snapping.
