He rushed to my wheelchair, his eyes red with heartache, "Is your leg hurting again? If only I could bear the pain for you, relax, let me massage you, okay."
He carried me upstairs and gave me a leg massage as usual.
Every time I asked him to find a nurse to help me, he always said he was worried and would never let anyone do anything for me. Now looking at his affectionate and meticulous appearance, I only feel irony in my heart.
"By the way, I went to the hospital today and the doctor said I..."
When I brought up the topic, Mike's eyes were instantly full of tension, "You went to the hospital? Adele, you didn't see anyone familiar, did you?"
The absurd scene appeared again, I sneered and shook my head.
Mike breathed a sigh of relief, "Adele, it's not safe to go out alone. Please tell me in advance where you want to go in the future, otherwise I will worry."
Did he worried about me getting into trouble, or did he worried that I would find out about his good deeds? As for the future, Mike, we would soon have no future.
Mike made milk for me and coaxed me to take medicine as usual.