"Evan, how are you feeling?"
Dr Wright's voice was bright as he walked into the ward to check on his patient. The latter took his eyes away from his wife who was sitting beside his bed, and cutting an apple for him. He did not smile, but his face, which appeared better already than the previous day, softened.
Mrs Softsnow stood up:
"Dr Wright."
"Lune. Lumian."
Lumian also stood up as a show of respect, to greet the doctor. It was only then that the latter turned again to face the patient on the bed. He went to check the monitors Evan was connected to, the IV, and so on, before he took the file at the foot of the bed to add his observations of the day.
