Sophie Sullivan sat on the chair beside him, just about to go out and find some water to drink.
Thomas Shannon then tightly grasped her hand, his hoarse voice carrying restrained pain, "Where are you going?"
"To get some water to drink."
"Let Charlie River go, you stay with me."
Sophie: "..."
What else could she say?
Charlie soon brought the water, Sophie drank it, and the doctor had already given Thomas Shannon a fluid transfusion.
He lay on the sickbed, his facial color pale, with one hand still tightly clutching her wrist, unwilling to let go.
Sophie sat down, staring at Thomas Shannon without blinking, "You sleep for a while, I'll be right here, not going anywhere, okay?"
"Okay."
Thomas Shannon glanced at her faintly, then closed his eyes.
"First, let go of my hand." Sophie frowned, lowered her head, and began to pry open his fingers with her hand.
"Fennie, do you still want to leave?"
