“Alok saar, pass the water bottle”, said Nisha, extending her hand and pointing at the table. Dr.Alok nodded. He got up from the bed and grabbed the bottle. As Nisha opened her palm to get it, he brought the water bottle closer to her mouth. “It's ok. I can drink it myself”, argued she, bringing her hand in between as she attempted to snatch the bottle. “No, medam. Let me feed you”, he offered, filling her mouth with drinking water. She gulped. They chuckled. He patted her cheeks. “Good afternoon. Sweet dreams”, he wished, helping her lie back on the