By noon, the antibiotics had started working, and with the help of painkillers, Jeffrey felt significantly better. He turned his head to the side, and there she was…
Joanne, curled up in the chair beside his bed. Her legs were crossed, arms folded over her chest, her head bowed as she slept.
His chest tightened.Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
She didn't have to stay. She could have admitted him to the hospital and gone home. She had responsibilities, so many things to take care of, and he would have been fine under the nurses' care.
But she stayed.
Through the pain, through the sleepless night, through everything… she stayed.
He had dated before, plenty of times. And yet… none of them would have done this for him. Not even if they had been together for years.
Hell, his own mother wouldn't stay by his side for five more minutes when he had fever.
And Joanne? They had barely been dating for a day. Yet, she stayed.
