Finally, after a few syringes were filled, the doctor turned around. The man lifted his hand slightly and let down the cuff of his shirt, then sat down by the bedside.
"Begin." He moved his lips and suddenly said.
"Okay!" The doctor nodded, then took the blood just drawn and mixed it with a type of medication, moving to the other side of the bed.
The nurse extended her hand, taking the woman's slender, fair arm out from under the blanket, then disinfected it with an alcohol swab.
The doctor held the syringe and inserted the needle into her fair skin.
The woman, in a stupor, seemed to feel the pain and furrowed her brows slightly.
This scene made the man's face darken, and he instinctively extended his hand to grasp the woman's other hand, which was placed at her side.
Perhaps feeling his touch, the slumbering woman reacted slightly due to the pain, instinctively reaching out to clutch his hand.
The frown on the small face of the sleeping woman slowly eased.
