Their happiness might wane once they returned.
Turning to a more pressing matter, she announced to Brian, âHoney, I will administer acupuncture to Sanford now.â
She then started unbuttoning Sanfordâs shirt.
Each undone button seemed to deepen the crease of worry on Brianâs forehead.
Upon noticing Rosalynn begin to lower Sanfordâs pants, Brianâs frustration spilled over.
âDo you have to take off his pants as well?â
âYes.
Sanfordâs spinal nerve is injured.
The crucial acupuncture points are located on his legs.â
As Rosalynn gently tugged down Sanfordâs pants, Brian, barely containing his displeasure, managed to articulate, âDo you have to strip everything?â
Catching the tense look on his face, Rosalynn suppressed a smile, raised an eyebrow, and affirmed with deliberate emphasis, âYes.â
Silence enveloped Brian, his face a mask of slight distortion.
Rosalynn, amused yet empathetic, reassured him, âHoney, remember, Sanford is now simply a patient.â
Brianâs response was silence, but the pulsing veins on his forehead spoke volumes of his internal struggle.
Just then, the roomâs tension was punctuated by a knock.
The door suddenly swung open.
âMrs.
Hughes, Mr.
Hughes, Iâve brought some breakfast for you.â
It was Shari.
Rosalynn smiled and said, âThank you.â
Shari placed the breakfast on the table and cast a concerned glance at Brian.
âMr.
Hughes, are you alright now?â
Brian gave a slight nod and hummed affirmatively.
Shari then turned her attention to Sanford, lying on the bed.
âMrs.
Hughes, is Mr.
Robles alright?â
Rosalynn responded with a note of concern in her voice, âNot very well, Iâm afraid.
He injured his spinal nerve, and Iâm planning to administer acupuncture treatment for him.â
At this, a flicker of surprise danced across Shariâs eyes.
âMrs.
Hughes, you know acupuncture?â
Rosalynn smiled modestly.
âI know a bit.â