"Iām not in the mood for regrets," Jane Sampsonās voice was muffled, "Seeing you covered in blood scared me to death, my mind was full of..."
Full of images of him dying on top of her, aside from the red blood, there was also his gradually cooling body, never again to get annoyed at her to the point of gritting his teeth and calling out her name and surname included, never again to say āDonāt do this, donāt do that.ā
"The doctor said Iām fine, whatās there for you not to be at ease about?" James Black chuckled, "You cried like a three-year-old child who couldnāt find candy."
Looking at Jane Sampson, who sat upright and just gave him a look of disapproval, James Blackās mood inexplicably brightened.
"James Black, donāt talk!" Jane Sampson stood up and covered James Black with the quilt, "Patients need to rest early, so close your eyes, go to sleep and donāt talk!"
The person who was teased had slightly red ears and lightly patted James Blackās chest, "Go to sleep."
James Blackās laughter became even more evident. Then, after watching Jane Sampson tuck him in and sit back on a chair, she placed her hands directly beside the sickbed and buried her head in her arms.
He couldnāt see her face, and naturally, he couldnāt see her expression either, but he could see her red ears.
Lying there, James Black watched Jane Sampson, who maintained that position for several minutes without moving or showing any intention to speak.
It really was getting late, and James Black had just come out of the surgery room, so he began to feel tired.
But Jane Sampson was still here, so he held on.
However, by this time, Jane Sampson should go home.
"Jane Sampson," James Black spoke up, calling out to the woman who hadnāt moved from his bedside, "Itās time for you to go back."
Jane Sampson remained motionless as if she hadnāt heard and wasnāt asleep.
"Jane Sampson," James Black called out her name again.
Seeing Jane Sampson still didnāt move or respond, James Blackās voice deepened slightly, "Donāt pretend to be asleep!"
At this time, the woman who had been still and silent finally lifted her head to look at him, biting her lips, her voice soft, "If I donāt pretend to sleep, youāre going to send me back."
After speaking, Jane Sampsonās voice was already somewhat choked up, "I donāt want to go back; I want to stay here with you."
"The ward isnāt comfortable to sleep in. You should go back and sleep," James Black felt helpless in his heart, and fearing to speak too harshly, which might cause Jane Sampson to cry for him to see, he tried to make his own voice sound gentler, "Be good, and listen."
"If youāre not at home, I donāt want to go back," Jane Sampson averted her gaze, afraid to look at James Black, "The house is so big, and Iām alone, Iām scared."
James Black was taken aback.
Indeed, being in a place unfamiliar to her, the villa district was very desolate, it was understandable that Jane Sampson was afraid to stay alone in the house.
"Call Coco Edwards and have her stay with you at the villa, or you can stay at a hotel overnight," James Black suggested.
"She is her, and you are you," Jane Sampson muttered, "Iām not going back; if you send me away, I still wonāt go."
After saying that, she lay back down in the same posture as when she was pretending to sleep, not moving in the slightest.
James Black really wanted to reach out and touch Jane Sampsonās small head, but his hand was bandaged tightly and couldnāt reach.
"Jane Sampson," James Blackās tone was already very resigned.
"Sheās asleep, donāt call her," came the muffled response from the one lying there.
Suddenly, James Black fell silent, his gaze quietly resting on the person beside the bed; he could feel that she truly did not want to leave.