"Hello,” Hayden sang as he entered the private ward at the hospital.
As soon as Alexia heard his voice, she raised her head from the pillow, and immediately rested back, turning her whole body away from him.
Hayden felt the subtle reflection like a sucker punch to the gut. He entered the room and shut the door behind him. He raised the bag he had with him.
“I brought you food and a change of clothes,” he said again.
She turned to face him, and wordlessly collected the bag from him when he sat down. She removed the food flask from the bag, examined the clothes.
“I also put your hairbrush and your body lotion in there. I didn’t know whether you needed hair oil, but I can always get you those or ask someone to bring them,” he commented.
“These are fine, thank you,” she said in a clipped
