"Bet, when did you wake up?" Yvonne asked, leaning against him.


    "This morning," Bet replied, looking a bit weak but in good spirits. "But I was conscious when they moved me out of the ICU. You''ve been really chatty these past two days. And that script is pretty good, just... a little childish."


    "You think I talk too much? Fine, I won''t talk to you anymore," Yvonne pouted, tilting her chin up and brushing her lips against his.


    "I''m not exactly... at my best right now. You''d better not tempt me. Hmm?" Bet''s hand gently squeezed her chin. The air in the hospital room grew charged as they drew closer.


    "Ahem." A soft cough came from the doorway.


    Yvonne instinctively turned toward the door and found it was quite crowded.


    Medical staff, Frank, Emma, Tobias, and even Mr. Thompson Sr. were all there.


    And there she was, draped over Bet in an intimate,promising position.


    It was a scene straight out of a car crash, an absolute disaster.


    Yvonne scrambled off Bet and stood awkwardly by the bed.


    She wanted to greet everyone, but her tongue felt tied in knots from the embarrassment.


    The room was full of elders, and she couldn''t believe what a fool she''d just made of herself.


    In stark contrast to Yvonne''s flustered state, Bet remained perfectlyposed.


    He sat on the bed, nced coolly at the crowd, and thought to himself: Their timing is terrible.


    "Yvonne, why don''t you go out for a bit? Have Simon take you to get some breakfast."


    "Okay," Yvonne nodded, eager to escape the disaster zone.


    To leave, she had to walk past the medical staff and the Thompson family.


    She still managed a polite greeting. "Grandpa Ted, Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Moore."


    "Hmm."


    Mr. Thompson Sr. replied, his usually stern gaze softening. He''d heard from his eldest son how Yvonne had stayed by Bet''s side without leaving.


    The girl was sincere.


    "You''ve worked hard these past few days. Go get some breakfast."


    "I will. Thank you for your concern, Grandpa Ted," Yvonne replied before practically fleeing.


    Bet watched her go, a faint smile ying on his lips.


    "How can you be smiling? You


    scared me to death," Emma said et


    rushing to his bedside. She touched his face, then his chest, her hands trembling with cautious relief.


    "Mom, I''m fine. See? I''m alright," Bet said, taking her hand.


    "How are you fine? Do you know the bullet missed your heart by a hair''s breadth? You were inches from death only have one son. If y something happened to you how a could I go on?"


    With that, she began to cry again.


    "Mom, I''m tough. I''m not going to die," Bet said, wiping away her tears.


    "Alright, alright, stop crying. Our Bet has luck on his side. He''ll be fine," Frank chimed in.


    "That''s enough. What''s all this crying about so early in the morning? Don''t get in the way of the doctor''s


    Mr. Thompson Sr


    examination doctor''s lo


    said sternly.


    Subsequently, the doctors began their examination.


    Despite the major surgery, Bet''s military conditioning meant his recovery was progressing well.