55 ONE LITTLE THING
Once he was done with his tests, Richard rushed to see Samantha before
he had to go back to the office.
He gently knocked several times on the door to her hospital room and her soft voice invited him inside.
“Hey, how are you doing?”
Richard pulled a chair next to Samantha’s bed and fell heavily on it, crossing his legs and leaning backward, demonstrating with his whole body that he was already exhausted. Sam shifted her body closer to the edge of the bed and placed her hand on top of his knee.
“I am fine but you, on the other hand, don’t look good at all. Is something
the matter?”
