"I'm back, what are you doing?"
The person on the hospital bed leaned back against the pillow at the headboard, busy with their hands and without looking up, said, "Playing a game with my darling."
"Oh, dammit! That's so sneaky of you, hiding in the bushes. It's over, I'm dead." Olivia Lewis put down her phone in frustration, then looked up, surprised, as if she just noticed him, "Adam Sinclair? How did you come back so soon? Aren't you busy?"
She seemed to remember something and asked awkwardly, "You didn't come back because of my call, did you? Jeez, I'm fine, I was just woken up by the crew, had nothing to do in the morning and gave you a call. If I had known, I wouldn't have called you."
Adam Sinclair walked to her bedside, gently reached out to touch her forehead, checking its temperature, "It's not because of your call, I just wanted to come back."
"Did the doctor check on you today?"
