Brian and Rosalynn took their leave.

As Sanford attempted to sit up, Maggie hurried to assist him, carefully placing a pillow behind him.

"Sanford, would you Like some water?"

"Sure," Sanford replied.

Maggie poured him a glass of water and offered it to him.

Just as he reached out to take the glass, Sanford withdrew his hand, stating, “My frail hand can't hold the glass."

Maggie was startled, her eyes anxiously darting to Sanford's hand.

“You mean you can't do it yourself? I'll call the doctor right now."

Sanford was left speechless.

How could this girl be so endearing?

“There's no need to call the doctor. I just woke up and need some rest. But I'm thirsty."

He was thirsty.

That was the point.

Did she understand?

Maggie blinked her eyes, finally grasping his meaning.

“I'LL help you drink,” she offered.

“That would be great."

Sanford smiled as he took a few sips from the glass in Maggie's hand.

After he'd quenched his thirst, Maggie gently wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Her eyes remained red and swollen from her previous bout of crying.

Sanford studied her for a few seconds before asking softly, “Were you scared?"

Maggie discarded the tissue, nodded and confirmed, "I was terrified."