Isabel Smith lay on the bed, and before she could even quiet down for two minutes, she heard Percy Stanton's footsteps approaching. She closed her eyes and began to moan in pain.
"Just a moment, it'll be better soon—" Percy Stanton was comforting Isabel while he took out a painkiller and hurriedly poured a glass of water before coming back to Isabel's bedside.
He put the water cup on the bedside cabinet, and with his strong arm, he propped Isabel up and put the painkiller from his palm into her mouth. Then he picked up the water, tested the temperature, and brought it to Isabel's lips.
Isabel weakly drank the water and swallowed hard twice, still humming in pain as she lay back down.
"Hang in there a little longer, when the medicine takes effect, the pain will be gone," said Percy Stanton, lifting his hand and gently adjusting the quilt for Isabel, speaking softly to comfort her.