At 9.00 PM, Carson City
Valerie curled up on the floor mattress wearing a maroon sweater, even covering herself with a brownish-white blanket. She shivered, her eyes weary, while her nose started to run, sneezing frequently.
"Darling," Damian called with a worried look. "Are you okay? Do you want me to call a doctor to check on you?"
"No, it's not necessary. I just have the flu," Valerie murmured.
"Having the flu is still bad; I'll call the doctor."
"It's Okay... don't always overreact..." Valerie sat up, then smoothed her slightly tousled hair while looking at Damian. "I'll call Mom... I'll ask her to look after Daniel while we're here."
Damian remained silent with a frustrated expression, letting Valerie make the call. He lay there, his gaze directed at his stomach, feeling the urge to unwrap the bandages and check if it had healed as if he couldn't stand being in the hospital continuously.