The night was quiet. The wind rustled through the branches outside the window, causing the heavy curtains to billow. The weather in April was not too cold. The medicinal scent filled the air as the wind blew into the ward.

Jadie woke up but did not want to face Zach. So, she turned her head to gaze at the billowing curtains. "You don't want me anymore, so why are you still at the hospital? Just go back. I don't need you to take care of me."

Zach picked up a medicine from the bedside table. The thick, black liquid inside emitted an unpleasant odor. Upon hearing what Jadie said, he answered, "Okay." Then, he put the medicine back down.

He stood up and checked his wristwatch. "It's 12:12 a.m. now. I'll give you ten minutes to calm down. Think it over, and I'll come back in."

"Zach!" Jadie called out to him urgently.

Zach stopped and asked, "Are you calm now?"

Jadie bit her lip and nodded, "Yes."

Zach sat down by the bedside and tucked her in. "Drink it before it gets cold. I'll tak