"I'm back with those ice chips, babe. You doin' alright..?"

Dallas slowly opened the door to your assigned hospital room, his head poking in the room. He held a small, plastic bowl filled with some thin ice chips, soaking in some cold water.

You were lucky to have been admitted to a hospital that even permitted you to eat them..

He quickly made his way to your side, setting the bowl down on the bedside table. He proceeded to attentively adjust your pillows and fluff your blankets.