Holding a brown paper bag in both hands, Alexander tried his best to put on a faint smile on his face before opening Andrea's room.
"Are you awake now?" Alexander asked while he was busy putting down the brown paper bag on the sofa next to the door. "I bought your favorite chicken dumpling soup and custard cream bun," he added, before turning to face his wife's bed.
"Andrea?" Alexander mumbled, a little bit flustered, when he saw the bed empty. "Andrea," he repeated as he walked towards the comfort room, but she was not there.
Thus, Alexander hurriedly walks towards the door to search for his wife.
"Excuse me," Alexander said while catching air to breathe when he stopped at the nurse station on his way to look for Andrea. "Where's my wife? The patient in room one thirty four, Andrea Za
