In the bathroom, there was a moment of silence filled only by the intertwined sound of their breathing.
When James Black released her, Jane Sampson could feel her lipstick was probably about to bleed.
"Letâs go, go change your clothes," James Black said cheerfully as he hugged the dazed young wife and left the bathroom.
As they left, Jane only had one thoughtâthank goodness she still had a mask to cover her lips reddened from Jamesâs kisses; early in the morning, she had even saved on lipstick.
The pair had overslept early in the morning and had lingered in the bathroom before leaving. By the time they arrived at the hospital, it was already 11:30. Fortunately, there were acquaintances at the hospital, and as soon as James arrived, he went straight in for his examination.
But by the time the X-ray was in hand, it was already past twelve oâclock.
Jane Sampson sat with James Black in the doctorâs office. The assistant had brought the X-rays. The doctor looked them over, nodded, and said to James, "The recovery is going well. Iâll take off the bandage now, but when you go back, be careful not to bump or use this hand too strenuously. As for training, itâs best not to continue it for now. Wait another three or four days before you start slowly resuming your normal training."
Hearing the doctor say this, Jane, sitting next to him, truly breathed a sigh of relief.
She was afraid that James would act tough, secretly resuming his training during the days she wasnât in the guard team.
Janeâs sigh of relief was so apparent that it even caught the doctorâs attention, who turned to look at her and then laughed.
"Look how worried your wife is," the doctor teased Jane and James.
James patted Jane on the head with his other hand and laughed, "Worrying over nothing."
Jane swatted away the hand that touched her like a Great General and glared at the owner of the hand, then moved her chair back to keep away from Jamesâs dog-petting hand.
"Iâll prescribe two types of medicinal wine for you. Rub it on every day before sleep and when you get up in the morning to help with the recovery. Other than that, thereâs nothing else," the doctor said as he put the X-rays back into the bag and handed them to James before taking him to another room to remove the bandages.
Jane, curious, followed them in and burst into laughter when she saw Jamesâs left hand after the bandages were removed.
"Itâs so white here," Jane gently touched James Blackâs left hand. His skin was several shades lighter than his right hand, having not been exposed to the sun for over half a month.
After all, James wasnât originally dark-skinned; he had just been sun-tanned over the years. Moreover, when Jane had first come back through rebirth, James had just finished outdoor training, so she remembered how dark his skin had been recently.
Now, seeing his left hand, she couldnât help but comment.
"It wonât be long before it tans back," the doctor added, "Your man is always out in the sun. This hand wonât stay white for long."
After saying that, the doctor turned to Jane and asked, "Itâs rare to see him this pale. Do you want to take a photo to commemorate this moment?"
"Great idea!" Janeâs eyes lit up. She looked up at James and, sure enough, seeing the doctorâs suggestion had caused a flash of annoyance in Jamesâs eyes, as if he were about to scold someone.
But Jane wasnât afraid.
James would lecture her, but he wouldnât scold her.
If he dared to scold her, she would just cry to show him!