“He has such warm hands,” Page spoke loudly in the room.
She used to be bed ridden after suffering a concussion and was placed in the ICU. Everyday, doctor Robert made his rounds and examined her.
“You know Anne,” she spoke to the sleeping young lady next to her bed. “His hands felt so warm every time he touches me, I don’t know how to explain it,” she paused. “He healed me.”
Just then, the doctor entered the room. He nodded at Page, then approached Anne. The doctor placed his left hand on her right wrist while his right hand held her palm. He smiled weakly after his examination, then he stepped out of the room.
“P-Page,” Anne said. “He has warm hands!”
Page gave a flabbergasted look at Anne, whom, a few minutes ago, was in a deep coma.