NovelEnglishChapter 130 M surgery and wouldn't wake up for a while.
Ethan was still under anesthesia from the surgen Twanted to leave, but my feet felt glued to the floor. After sitting for a bit, discomfort began to spread throughout my body.
Two hours later, Andy stepped out. "Ms. Wiley, Mr. Grayson has woken up." He was awake Hook a deep breath, the weight in my chest finally lifting.
Nedding, I stood up, but as soon as I did, the room spun. The next moment, I plunged into darkness. When I woke again, sunlight filtered through the thin curtains As I opened my eyes, Ethan's voice reached me. "Are you awake? Is anything bothering you? He then added, "Katie, go call the doctor!" Tuming my head, I saw Ethan's face, bruised from fighting the kidnappers. He was in a wheelchair with an IV in his arm; he looked pale, likely due to blood loss.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇty gaze dropped to his abdomen, but his clothes concealed the extent of his wounds.
In my dream, just before I I woke up, there were images of blood everywhere.
I had been surprised when he calone to save me, but when he fought against the two kidnappers, I felt both shocked and worried.
I couldn't help but wonder if he had considered the life threatening risk he faced to rescue me. Seeing him wounded in that moment shattered any illusions I had about being able to fool myself.
I wanted him to be safe and healthy in this world.
At that moment, all feelings of love, hate, and grievances evaporated, "Evelyn?" Ethan noticed I hadn't moved and looked a bit anxious.
"I'm fine." I shifted slightly, pushing against the side of the bed, trying to sit up. "You don't have to stay here; go get srest." But as soon as I moved, the room spun violently again, "You can't get up." Ethan quickly pressed down on me, but his movement caused him to pull at his wound, and he gasped in pain.
I frowned, tuming to look at him, my tone filled with unintentional urgency. "I won't move, and you shouldn't either. Have you forgotten that you're a patient too? His hands remained on my shoulders, and upon hearing my words, he suddenly smiled, adjusting himself in the wheelchair to sit more comfortably. "Okay, I won't move." Our eyes met unexpectedly. Tooked into his eyes, and he looked into mine.
Tears threatened to spill as a tide of repressed fear and anxiety washed over me. I quickly turned my gaze away, focusing on the view outside the window.
My throat felt tight, and I was afraid to speak, worried that if I did, my vulnerability would spill out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Evelyn," Ethan said softly, "It's all right; it's over now. I won't let anyone hurt you again."
His hand slowly reached for mine, but just as he was about to grasp itm spapped back to reality and quickly pulled my hand away. With my eyes now dry, I turned to look at him. "Thank you, Ethan," I said.
"You're still injured; you should rest," 1 added, forcing a smile. "I'm fine; I just need to lie down for a couple of days." As soon as I finished speaking, I noticed him frowning
Beneath the blankets, my hand clenched the sheets tightly. I knew my subtle rejection would upset him, but I couldn't forget what had happened in my past lite.
No matter how much thad passed, the scars from past Injuries would always remain There would e always be moments when the wounds would ache faintly, remindingof the paint had endured. I was afraid of that pain. I didn't want to go through something li He that again.
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