NovelEnglishSof the people remained on the helicopter to search with a thermal imager, which only showed images of living humans or animals. If Elliot was dead, this machine would not show them where he is.
Another group spread out into the mountains to search for him in different areas.
The rescue team had begun their search that morning, and after two hours, the helicopter flew back to the mountain to drop Avery off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe moment Mike saw her, he could not stop the feeling of wanting to chastise her from welling up deep within him.
"The terrain down there is harsh with countless valleys and forests. | can't even find him... Mike, he is going to die if | can’t find him! What should | do?" Avery felt dizzy and leaned her head against Mike's shoulder.
Mike was instantly shocked by the temperature of her skin. "You are burning up! Avery Tate, are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Mike took out the medicine he brought with him and stuffed it into her mouth. "Swallow this and let's get out of here! Leave the professionals to do the rescuing! You can't control whether Elliot lives or dies!" Avery swallowed the pill wordlessly as tears crolling down her face.
"Don't cry, Avery. | will take you back. We can cback again once your fever goes down," Mike compromised.
"My head hurts... Mike, it feels like my head is splitting in half..." Mike lifted her up and carried her toward the car.
"Your head hurts because you have a fever. Go back and get ssleep... Maybe by the tyou wake up, they would have found Elliot,” said Mike to her. He said so despite not believing his own words.
He had remained on the mountain for two hours, and once he had a clear view of the terrain, he immediately cto a conclusion that Elliot could not possibly be alive.
Reality was unlike s or television s; miracles, where the dead cback to life, could not happen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBack in the hotel, Mike carried Avery to the bed and covered her with the blanket as he waited for her fever to subside.
He paced back :g-?UKT< forth, contemplating if he should take her back to Aryadelle while she was sick.
"Elliot is dead. He is definitely dead. The search won't end well," he thought, "If it's going to be painful anyway, the quicker the better. If someone has to be the villain here, | will be him!" Elliot had been in the hospital for four days.
Patients would usually wake up within twenty-four hours after the surgery, but it had been four days, and Elliot was still unconscious when the nurse checked on him earlier that morning.
Gary was extremely frustrated about this and went to the hospital as soon as he finished his breakfast.
He called the president, the lead surgeon, and the nurse responsible for Elliot and chastised them sternly. "If he doesn't wake up today, one out of the three of you is going to die!" Gary's roar echoed through the floor. "Go on! Who's going to die?" Both the president and the lead surgeon took a step back, not wanting to die. There had been no unexpected incidents during the surgery, but Elliot simply would not wake up. Neither of them knew what was happening either.
The nurse fell to her knees and said, "Boss, Mr. Foster's hand moved when | was wiping him down this morning! He didn't move at all before! He moved today! Please just give us another two days!" Just as the nurse pleaded for her life in tears, a bodyguard strode in. "Boss! Elliot Foster is awake!"
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