"Did you just shout at a patient?" Giavanna demanded. She gently placed the lunchbox on the bed and crawled to meet Tristan.
"Weren't you taught that patients are to be pampered and cared for not the other way around?" Giavanna reprimanded Dominic sternly.
"Says the person who barges into the home of strangers without an invitation?" Dominic snarled. He spun and strolled to the brown chair in front of Tristan's dressing table.
"Whoever said you guys are strangers to me?" Giavanna challenged him. Her desire to win this particular argument made her momentarily forget that she was about to feed Tristan earlier.
"Tristan and I are good friends…"
"Did you just say you both are good friends?" Dominic scoffed, almost rolling his eyes.
The sick Tristan who was too weak to talk silently watched them argue without being able to do anything.