“Aw, what’s the matter, don’t cry.” Wayne came upon a resident who just walks around weeping all day long. Her room is next to Wayne’s.
As I entered the ward, I saw him leading her by the hand, holding it as if made of delicate porcelain.
Caught the eye of a nurse and told her to somehow separate them before Wayne saw me or he’d drop her hand like a hot potato – she was sad enough already.
The nurse had overheard Wayne telling her to not cry. He is more precious than gold, silver or all the jewels in the world.