Andrew tried to sit and talk to Eva, but his body was clearly exhausted and weakened from the ordeal he had been through.
Eva could see the struggle he had to maintain his composure, and she knew he needed more time to recover.
With a gentle yet firm touch, Eva pushed him back onto the bed, urging him to lie down.
"You still have to rest," she said, her voice filled with concern. "You may think that it's over or that you're completely fine, but you have to be careful."
Andrew looked up at her with a mix of appreciation and frustration.
"I know you're right," he admitted, his voice slightly hoarse. "But there's so much to do, so much at stake. I can't just lie here while everyone else is working hard to achieve our goal."
Eva sighed, understanding his determination, but also worried about his well-being.