My man

A few days later. Magnificent Residential Area.

On Saturday morning, the couple, having finished their breakfast, set off on their individual weekend routines, which had become a familiar part of their lives.

Recent days had brought a sense of tranquility and peace between them. Mia, understanding her husband and his demeanor, found cohabiting with him to be surprisingly blissful.

She now recognized that Shawn's usual cold exterior was merely a shield, concealing his vulnerability. They were alike—lonely, abandoned, and vulnerable.

Arriving at the hospital, Mia eagerly made her way to the elevator, her spirits notably high. Exiting on her floor, she strolled down the hospital corridor with a calm demeanor.

Pausing in front of a ward, she quietly turned the doorknob and entered.

She approached patient 305's hospital bed with measured steps, settling into the chair beside it. Gently, she took hold of the person's hand, adorned with a pulse oximeter on the index finger.

In a hushed ton