Only then did Xander open his eyes to look at her. The man's usually composed gaze was slightly red. His expression shifted, and finally, the anger faded from his face, returning to its usual gentle demeanor.
He reached out and wrapped his hand around her fingers, holding them delicately, as if she were a lost treasure he had miraculously found again.
Xander's voice was still a bit stiff. "You'd better keep that promise."
Seeing him trying so hard to maintain his stoic facade when he was clearly worried to death, Nora felt her heart melt. She held up three fingers. "I swear it."
Xander looked at her and finally cracked a smile, reaching over to tuck the blankets securely around her. Just then, a knock echoed on the door.
Xander let go of her hand and stood up to answer it. Standing in the doorway was a silver-haired older man.
It was Dr. Maxwell Reed.
Xander was visibly surprised but politely inclined his head. "Dr. Reed, what brings you here?"
Dr. Reed was still wearing a hospital gown, clearly not discharged yet. He waved a hand dismissively and looked toward Nora on the bed, his gaze carrying a thoughtful glint.
"I happen to be admitted here."
With that, Dr. Reed stepped into the room and settled into a nearby chair. Xander tactfully stepped aside, giving the two of them space.


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