"Uncle... I can do that, you don't need to do it while my two hands are quite strong and capable!" She softly hummed gazing at his stern and cold face with those eyes that were gazing at her like she deserved the best and the whole world.
"Don't strain yourself! Your hand still has the intravenous drip and it would definitely ache if you raise them up." He gently nudged her tiny arms away and carefully dried her hair with moderate heat until it was dry. He stored the blow-dry away before assisting her to lie down on the hospital bed and carefully tucked her in before switching the heater on.
The weather was beginning to turn cold. He settled on the couch, watching over her. He wanted to ask her if she did receive his calls but thought against it! They were working on their relationship now, and it was progressing in a positive direction; it was better to keep those questions to himself! He didn't want her to get angry over some silly things.
