âHow about I do it instead?â Maggie suggested.
âItâs fine; this is my job,â Shari replied, continuing to unbutton the patient gown.
Noticing Maggieâs visible discomfort, Sanford intervened.
âShari, you can go back.
My girlfriend will take care of me.â
At his words, Shari didnât press further.
âAlright.
Iâll leave, then come back early tomorrow,â she acquiesced gracefully.
She stood up and reached for some bottles of medicine from the drawer.
âMiss Shear, these bottles contain the medicine Mr.
Robles needs to take.
Let me explain: this bottle is to be taken three times a day, two pills each time.
This bottleâ¦â
Maggie listened carefully and thanked Shari after she finished speaking.
âGot it.
Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome.
Iâll leave now.â
âAlright.â
After Shari departed, Maggie settled herself by the bedside, continuing to unbutton the remaining fastenings of Sanfordâs patient gown before beginning to meticulously cleanse his body.
Her small face was a portrait of gentleness and calm, her motions deliberate and focused as she tended to him.
Sanford, contemplating his predicament, sighed deeply.
Maggie paused, her expression tightening.
âWhatâs wrong? Does the wound hurt?â
Sanford shook his head.
âNo.â
âThen why the sigh?â she pressed.
He hesitated, his voice tinged with regret.
âI am supposed to enjoy some intimate moments with you tonight, but nowâ¦â
Maggie was momentarily taken aback, then she cooed, âWhen you get better, weâll have plenty of time to share some intimacy, okay?â
Sanford studied her earnest face.
âWhat if I never get better?â
âThat wonât happen.â
âWhat if it does?â
Maggie bit her lip as she met his gaze, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
âThough your legs are injured, there are other ways we can still enjoy our intimate moments.â