“Did I hurt you?” He asked frantically, as if just his head could seriously injure or hurt William.
William suddenly felt like a princess being pampered, as if he was a doll. And he felt awkward at that thought. He was a strong grown man. How delicate did this man think he was?
Anyway, he also knew that he was just overreacting because he was now a patient. Hence, he did not react strongly and replied calmly by shaking his head, “It’s okay. You did not hurt. Just go back to sleep.”
“Oh, I will go back to my bed then. Or I will squeeze you on this small bed,” he was suddenly empathetic.
‘Another face in another minute?’ William had no choice but to think so. He had a feeling that Oliver was suffering from multiple personality disorder. Otherwise, who could explain the many different fac
