On the aforementioned night, beside her and observing her normal breathing, I could feel that, despite a decrease in her fever, she looked frail. The nurse had assured me of her quick recovery, but could not brush aside anxieties.
Nora gently spoke softly, and her voice was barely a whisper.
"That is a good sign," I murmured, covering her with a blanket. "Sleep a lot."
She provided a brusque nod and closed her eyes. I let out a hard breath and slouched back in the chair. The day had been a long and stressful one and had left me sore from hard work in attempting to obtain her medicine.
Just as I had finally gone to sleep, my cell phone rang. I glared at the screen—Nathaniel.
I hesitated to answer. "Good day, sir."
He quickly inquired, "How's Nora?"
"Her condition has gotten better,"
