Bonnie had just finished her breakfast when the door to her hospital room creaked open. At that moment, she thought she heard a noise from outside.
She set her chopsticks down and asked with a hint of curiosity, "What's going on out there?"
Charlie stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind him. The thick door shut out all the sounds from the hallway. His face was calm, unreadable, and his voice held its usual cool composure.
"Nothing."
He pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down, casually picking up an apple from the table and beginning to peel it.
Bonnie's gaze landed on his hands. They were fair and smooth, almost like cold jade. His movements were calm and graceful, carrying a quiet confidence.
"I didn't tell Mom and Dad you were hurt," he said.
Bonnie turned her gaze away from his hands and gave a small nod. "No need to worry them."
