Roger's his sleep abruptly broke in the middle of the night. He rubbed his eyes as he saw her standing near the window of the wardroom. "Varya, why aren't you sleeping?"
Hearing Roger's voice, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and eyes before turning to him.
"I–I was going to bring the nurse to ask her to give you another bottle of glucose. The current one is almost finished." Varya came up with a quick excuse.
Before Roger could ask her, she excused herself and walked out of the room.
"She was definitely crying. Her eyes..." He murmured in a low voice while keeping his head on the pillow, not trying to sit up because of the abdominal wound.
Varya shortly returned with a nurse, who quickly put another glucose bottle on the hanger. She checked Roger's vitals as well before leaving.
Varya tucked the blanket over Roger, who held her hand. "Sit," he whispered. She sat down while keeping her gaze fixed on him.
