Red, Yellow, White
"Have you forgotten that the doctor told you not to move much? If your wound gets worse, what can I do? Don't make me feel even more guilty!"
Lisa's face looks serious and hard. The woman looked like she was scolding her naughty son. She was busy tidying up the thick blanket that covered Oscar, trying to block the winds from entering the man's body.
Lisa knew that the stitches would definitely hurt when exposed to cold air. Especially when they were still wet like now. Therefore she tried to block the wind from hitting Oscar's chest.
"I panicked when you told me that you wanted to go home and told Mrs. Rusminah to take care of me! I already said that I want you to take care of me, not someone else!"
"If possible, I want you to always be by my side. If necessary, I will tie your hands with mine!" Oscar continued.