It was difficult for Hilla to support Bruce's body, so she said anxiously, "Bruce, you are so heavy. Could you stand steadily?"
She felt uncomfortable as if she was buried under Bruce's body.
"I've tried my best, but my legs are weak."
Bruce said in a low voice. Hilla could feel his breath on her ear.
The sunlight in winter was warm, casting a soft light on them.
Although Hilla was slender, she was strong. However, she wasn't strong enough to support Bruce.
After taking two steps with difficulty, Bruce suddenly stopped.
"We'll be there in a few more steps. Hold on."
Hilla thought that Bruce was unable to move on, so she stopped to encourage him.
It would be okay while they came to the stone bench. Hilla would not let him stand up from the wheelchair anymore.
A few days ago, Bruce had been able to stand up and walk a few steps independently. It seemed that he got worse these days.
If Bruce still couldn't recover, Hilla would suspect that Horton was not a skilled doctor.
