In the hospital, Maggie was having lunch with Sanford. Afterward, he pulled her into bed to rest alongside him.

“I shouldn't lie down with you. I might touch your wound.” Maggie felt a bit uncomfortable and tried to sit up.

Sanford tightened his hold on her waist and smiled.

"Don't worry. You won't hurt me. I know you're a still sleeper."

A pang of pain shot through her waist. Maggie's expression froze and she hissed involuntarily.

Sanford's smile faded and he asked with concern, “What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Maggie smiled awkwardly and shifted her body slowly.

Sanford narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He quickly lifted her top and saw a large bruise on her waist.

His eyebrows furrowed as he asked, “How did you get hurt so badly? Did you bump into the table this morning?”

Maggie quickly tugged her clothes down and assured, "I'm fine."

Seeing her strained face, Sanford felt a pang of guilt.

“Ellie, go to the nurse's station and ask for some bruise relief medication."

“Alright ."

Ellie quickly returned with the medication.

Sanford took the medicine and said to Maggie, "Lie down. I'll apply this for you."

“No, thanks. I can do it myself," Maggie replied hurriedly.

“You can't reach the wound yourself. It's on your back." Sanford began to rise from the bed.

Maggie stopped him at once.

"You're still injured.”

Hearing this, Ellie offered, "I can help.”

“It's okay. I can manage.”

“Sanford, don't move! Either I do it myself, or Ellie helps me!" Maggie held his hand firmly.