Dr. Moore(4)

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I had no idea what Joseph was planning. During these days, he came here to bring me fruits or tuck me in late at night. Sometimes he just sat here for a long time and wouldn't leave until the nurse knocked on the door.

He had been here for two nights. Sometimes I woke up and saw him sleeping on his stomach by the bed. He might have just finished operating on a patient because there were visible marks left by the mask on his face.

I felt sorry for him for no reason.

"Joseph."

I couldn't help calling his name.

Joseph just woke up and was pouring water with his head down. When he heard me call him, he said, "You finally talk to me."

Joseph looked happy in his white coat. He looked at me with bright eyes and tight lips as if he was saying "I've done nothing wrong." I was fascinated by his good looks and didn't know how to react.

I bit my lips and wanted to say something, but Joseph said first, "I'm gonna take a shower here."

What?

No wonder he kept coming here. He took my ward