"I originally just wanted to check on Sean and leave, I didn't mean to wake you up." Thea Lynch felt a bit guilty, apologized to him, then got up. "Sean, have a good rest, I'll come see you again during the day."
Ian Preston stared at her back for a second, his voice low and cold, "No need to come over."
Thea Lynch: "..."
She nodded, complying, "Then when will you be discharged, Sean?"
"Tomorrow."
As if knowing what she meant, Ian Preston dismissed her idea, "No need to come tomorrow either. I'm not sick enough to need you to pick me up."
"Do what you need to do, take care of yourself. You don't need to worry about me here."
Thea Lynch faced away from him, remaining silent for a long time.
After carefully digesting his words from beginning to end, she nodded, "Okay."
"Wait here for Silas Cheney to pick you up," he called after her.
Thea Lynch wanted to take a cab back, but Ian Preston's attitude was firm. She had no choice but to sit back down.
