Her figure was seemingly walking towards the crowd , as she was holding a couple of bags in her right hand , before suddenly almost losing balance , as she crashed into him .
` oh my ! I-I am so sorry , Sir ... wait , Clark ? `
` oh , Johnny ! You are too kind , please , and thank you for all of the treats. But , really , you shouldn't ... I didn't want you to go through all that trouble just because I was feeling ill , but I appreciate it , a lot... oh ? But I was about to cook
“ I got you some soup , tea , ginger ale . . . And a few snacks too ! ”
He’d slowly lower the bags back down to his side , and tilted his head at her . He noticed how weak she looked , due to her sickness .
“ Let’s get you back to bed , yeah ? ”
Her ears were captured on the knocking rhythm from the front door , as she headed downstairs in a quiet manner , as her right hand began to reach for the door handle to open. Seemingly, on the opposite side , Johnny stood there with two clear bags +
despite her warning . He’d approach the door and knock . . .
He wasn’t sure if she’d let him in , if someone else would , or if he could let himself it . So he waited patiently !