Lance gently puts Andrea on the bed and pulls the sheets up to her waist. He sits beside her and takes her hand in his, lightly playing with her fingers. She sighs and closes her eyes, but a cough from the doorway quickly makes her open them again. A nurse stands awkwardly at the door, waiting for someone to notice her. Andrea immediately pulls her hand away from Lance and nods at the blushing nurse.
“I’m just here to take your temperature, Mrs. Hamilton,” the nurse says.
With professional speed, the nurse prepares a thermometer and takes Andrea’s temperature. Lance shifts impatiently as the nurse waits for the results. As soon as the thermometer beeps, the nurse makes a note on Andrea’s chart and rushes out of the room.
“So what was that long phone call about?” Andrea asks Lance.
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