I was a bit nervous as Tan followed just to help me with the trolley. I refused him but he insisted. Entering the room, I found Mr. Martin tossing and turning in his bed; not really sleeping. Tan placed the trolley at the huge table before heading out.
Taking deep breaths, I neared him as he turned to face me. Halting in my place, I stared at his gentle child-like innocence. He might be uncomfortable but he was sleeping and watching him sleep; I started having second thoughts about waking him up but I did it anyway.
“Mr. Martin? Mr. Martin, wake up.” I said softly not wanting to scare him.
He snapped his eyes open and confusion set his face. Eyeing me from head to toe, his face softened and I smiled in return. Quickly, his face hardened as he glared at me in annoyance.
“What?”
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