Elias clung to Stella reluctantly. âI donât know. Heâs burning up, but the doctor said heâs not dyingâ¦â
Stella let out a sigh of relief. âIâm glad he didnât scare youâ¦â
Lucas took off his mask and came out at the end of Stellaâs sentence. He said, âHeâs not going to die, but heâs halfway there. His fever is almost forty degrees.â
âWhatâs with that blaming tone? Iâm not the one who gave him the fever,â Stella said.
âI wonât blame you. Even Weston wouldnât complain a word about you. What can I say?â
Lucas put his mask away and looked at Stella for a moment. âYou can visit him once he wakes up.â
Stellaâs gaze flickered for a moment. She said to Elias, âWould you see him later?â
âMommy! Arenât you coming?â
Stella shook her head and said, âI better not see him yetâ¦â
Lucas stopped in his tracks and turned to Stella at that. âSounds like youâve already made up your mind?â
Stella nodded. âWe have to say goodbye sooner or later, so why not desensitize him as soon as possible? Heâll let go one day.â
âWhat if he canât?â
Stella remained silent. Lucas looked at her in silence. After that, he shook his head and turned away to leave. It was none of his business in the first place.
Sometime later, Weston finally woke up. Elias was the first that came into his sight.
Weston smiled at Elias and rubbed his head. âSorry. I scared you earlier, didnât I?â
Elias shook his head. âYou didnât. Everyone gets sick. Iâm not a kid. You didnât scare me at all.â
Weston laughed. âYouâre not a kid? What are you then?â
âIâm an adult.â
âA threeâyearâold adult?â
Elias glared at him. âIâm leaving!â
Westonâs tone softened at once. âOkay. Youâre an adult.â
Elias stopped walking after seeing the way Weston softened at him. âAlright. Youâre sick, so Iâll stay with you a little longer, but only for a little while!â Elias stressed, to which Weston naturally nodded in reply.
After a while, Weston began to keep glancing at the door. Elias could tell who he was waiting for but remained silent.
Two young nurses happened to pass by the door to the ward and suddenly started chatting. âI heard that Cicily, the famous pianist, just came byâ¦â
âWhen was that? I didnât know!â
âI think sheâs gone. I heard she was visiting someone and had a little boy with herâ¦.â
Alerted, Elias stood up and wanted to close the door. However, he was too late. Weston had already pulled the needle on the back of his hand and got up from the hospital bed.
âNo! You have to keep the IV drip on! Get back in bed!â
Weston refused. He looked at him solemnly and asked, âYour Mommy came, didnât she?â
Elias did not answer and avoided Westonâs gaze.
Weston knew the answer as soon as he saw Eliasâs response. He pulled the door open and went out immediately.
Weston rushed to the elevator and kept pressing the button. He stared at the closed elevator door for a moment. Then, he suddenly turned around and ran straight down the stairs.
The needle hole on the back of his hand was still bleeding, but he did not seem to feel it.
The staircase was quite empty. Weston rushed downstairs at lightning speed and finally saw Stella, who was already at the hospital entrance.
Weston mustered all his strength when he ran down earlier, but when he got behind her, he was afraid to proceed.