The general ward was accessible, and after asking the nurse, Amanda nervously pushed open the door.
Samuel Johnson, unable to eat now, was receiving nutrition intravenously. His eyes lit up when he saw Amanda Smith enter and he couldn't help but call out, "Amanda!"
His voice was still hoarse, carrying a trace of weakness.
Amanda slowly walked over. Though they had just parted yesterday, today it felt like she hadn't seen him for a very long time.
Amanda walked over and carefully sat next to him. The surgery of the past night had left him looking extremely haggard and noticeably thinner.
"Do you feel... better now?"
She asked softly.
Samuel slowly reached out, pinching her fingers in his palm. His face bore a gentle smile, "You worried about me, Amanda."
His palm was warm, with a heart-fluttering temperature. Amanda had never known that someone's body warmth could make her want to cry.
