The man's scorching chest contrasted sharply with Amelia Cobb's cold body.
The person in the white coat who approached her had a worried expression on their face.
He asked Amelia gently, "Are you okay?"
Amelia knew that this concern was just from a doctor for a patient and nothing more.
That night, Christopher Robinson stood behind Amelia, his tall figure like a towering tree.
It prevented her from trembling out of control.
When asked by the others, Christopher wrapped his arm around Amelia's waist and casually replied, "No problem, thank you."
Mr. Cobb nodded and didn't linger. Instead, he went back into the operating room with his phone.
At this moment, Amelia felt that every inch of her body was screaming, urging her to go and seek the warmth that should belong to her.
But the commotion in her mind refused to let her proceed.