The Snipe And Clam Situation

As soon as Franklin came in, he met Yasmin's gaze. He was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly, "You're awake."

Yasmin supported herself on the bed and tried to sit up. He put the things on the table, picked up her upper body and leaned it against the pillow. His fresh breath wafted into her nose, her eyes stared at her profile as if it was carved by a knife, and her pale lips were slightly pursed.

"Do you want to call a doctor?" 

When he stood up, Yasmin shook her head, her voice dry, "It's okay."

"Why do you need to take sleeping pills?" Franklin asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. If the hotel waiter hadn't discovered it in time last night, her life would have been in danger.

"I just couldn't sleep..." Yasmin lowered her head and entwined her hands tightly together on the quilt. Ever since he proposed breaking up, she hasn't been able to sleep a night, so she took sleeping pills, hoping to numb her heartache with the drugs.