In the evening, Mrs. Donald advised Maureen to go back to her ward to sleep.
The nurse also would not allow Maureen to stay in the other wards continuously.
Left with no choice, Maureen had to go back.
Her whole body felt tired, heavily exhausted.
She couldn't keep her eyes open and finally dozed off on the hospital bed. ...
The next day when Maureen opened her eyes, she saw a familiar sleeping face beside her bed.
Liam was leaning on her bed.
Because his right shoulder was wrapped in bandages, he laid his head on his left arm, slept curled up, his long legs bent, which seemed extremely uncomfortable.
The morning sun shone through the halfway open curtains, illuminating half of his face on the right, outlining his profile.
The sunlight also lit up his hospital gown, and there was a smudge of blood seeped through the shoulder.
His face was still grimy, and no one had wiped it for him yet.
It made him seem mature yet childish, gentle yet messy.
