He drew in a labored breath, and his eyes were bloodshot from coughing.

With a trembling hand, he reached for a tissue on the nightstand, wiped away the crimson stain from his lips, and dropped it into the nearby trash can. Rolling onto his back, he nudged her hand aside and met her gaze with a detached look. After a moment, he looked away and murmured, “It's not your concern."

He was infuriatingly stubborn!

Tyrone's stubbornness was unyielding. He was determined to handle everything without help, no matter what it was.

Sabrina noticed the jug of water on the table and filled a glass. Then she handed it to him. "Take this to rinse your mouth."

He met her gaze and accepted the water in silence. After rinsing his mouth and spitting into the bin, he placed the glass on the nightstand.

“Tyrone! You're bleeding!"

Sabrina noticed a trace of blood around the cannula in his arm. She quickly took his hand and straightened it.

His hand felt cold and bony in hers.

After adjusting the IV tube and the speed of the infusion, Sabrina saw that he wasn't bleeding anymore and carefully Laid his hand under the sheet.

Tyrone watched in silence as Sabrina fussed around him. The negative emotions that he held inside suddenly eased. He Lowered his eyes, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, though it was only fleeting.

“Is there anything to warm your stomach? Like a hot-water bag," asked Sabrina.

Tyrone shook his head. "I don't know. You can see if there's anything in the drawer."

Sabrina opened the drawer and found a hot water bag.

After filling it with warm water, she gently placed it on his stomach to help soothe the pain.

She looked at him with concern and asked, "Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

“No.”

The ward quieted down.

Sabrina turned and headed for the door.

As Sabrina was about to leave, Tyrone's face and eyes grew dark. He felt sad and disappointed.