Mary Scott didn't expect herself to sleep so deeply – when she woke up, it was already the next morning.
The winter sunlight poured into the hospital room, the greenery by the windowsill looked especially alive. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, feeling momentarily dazed. After a long pause, she glanced at the clock on the wall, then at the back of her hand where the IV needle had long been removed. A small patch of bluish-purple discoloration stood out under the sunlight. She touched it gently, just as the sound of a door opening reached her ears, prompting her to instinctively look up.
A tall man stepped in against the light. He wore a high-quality brown sweater and light gray trousers, looking noticeably gentler than his usual unruly self. Yet the faintly curved corners of his lips betrayed his true nature. Noticing Mary sitting dumbstruck on the hospital bed, he spoke, "If you're awake, have some food."
