The old man in the hospital bed had a weak complexion and his eyes were tightly closed. Only the rise and fall of his chest and the faint sound of his breathing proved that he was still alive.
Outside the window, a light rain was falling.
Cynthia sat on the bench beside the hospital bed, holding the old man's hand, her eyes filled with deep worry. After staying in the hospital for several days, the dark circles under her eyes were visibly heavy.
"Achoo!" Cynthia sniffed and couldn't help but sneeze. A chill grazed her face, making it ache. She looked at the half-open window, which she had forgotten to close. Fine rain droplets were drifting into the room.
Just as she was about to get up, a dark figure moved faster than her and closed the window first. The lights were on in the room, an
