NovelEnglishHans had everything planned out and knew he needed to make a quick getaway.
But just then, a piercing set of headlights caught his eye.
Instinctively turning around, Hans saw a silver sedan speeding toward him.
Bam! The dull impact hit before Hans could even register what was happening, sending him flying.
He tumbled across the damp pavement, eventually coming to a halt in a pool of blood.
The sedan, having grazed a truck, sparked a trail of fire before screeching to a halt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe car door swung open, and out stepped a tall, imposing figure.
The man, with a stern expression, hurried over to the truck, yanking open the door to reveal the scene inside. His face twisted in shock. Lizetta lay beneath him, her white dress stained with blood, her hair a tangled mess, barely clinging to life.
Yet, she was conscious, desperately reaching out her hand, trying to knock on the door for help.
The man leaped into the truck, quickly shedding his suit jacket to wrap around the curled-up woman, carefully lifting Lizetta from the truck. "Lizetta! Hold on!" His voice was deep and commanding, Lizetta gripping his shirt as she was cradled in his arms.
"Daisyy... save the baby...".
"Alright, I'm getting you to the hospital right now. You and the baby are going to be okay!" He reassured her, jumping down from the truck with her in his arms.
The faint, sporadic lights illuminated his face, revealing a tightly clenched jaw and a similarly sharp gaze. It was Jerome.
He hurried to the sedan, where the back door was already open. Nelson and Grandma Bernice were seated inside, clearly anxious and ready to spring into action. "What happened, con, be quick!" Seeing Lizetta being carried over, Nelson's face fell, and he leaned in to transfer her into the back seat from Jerome's arms.
Jerquickly turned the car around, speeding towards the hospital.
"Jerome, Lizetta's covered in blood! She's going into labor, what do we do? She's lost so much blood; she's so cold..." Lizetta lay in the backseat, her head on Nelson's lap.
Mrs. Bernice Madden, frail and trembling, knelt beside her, clutching Lizetta's hand and wiping the blood from her legs with her other hand.
Nelson was haunted by a memory from twenty-two years ago, a look of deep reminiscence and pain in his eyes. Their daughter Elsa had a difficult delivery back then. Though they managed to safely deliver Andrea, Elsa nearly died from blood loss.
She survived, but her health was ruined, and she passed away not many years later.
Knowing Mrs. Bernice Madden was recalling those painful times, he spoke with a hoarse voice, "Jero faster! Your grandma and I can handle it!" Jerwas indeed cautious, worried about the elderly couple's et well-being after the incident with Hans Hearing this, he pushed the car to its limit.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Hang in there, kid. Don't you dare fall asleep on us." Nelson comforted Lizetta, while Mrs. Bernice Madden covered her with a blanket, rubbing her cold feet.
Lizetta was still conscious, fighting to stay alert, "The car..." "Don't worry, we've called the police and an ambulance. We'll be at the hospital soon." Nelson understood Lizetta's concerns, his eyes filled with compassion.
Biting back the pain, Lizetta barely registered the distant sound of sirens passing by.
Her heart slightly eased, she remained silent, but the smell of but blood grew increasingly intense in En the car...
By the tshe was wheeled into the delivery room, Lizetta'sconsciousness was fading, the doctor's distant voice echoing as if from afar. "The patient is hemorrhaging and din difficult labor, we need to operate immediately! Who's the baby's father? We need a signature for the surgery." As the operating room doors closed, the harsh lights bore down on her.
Throughout that long night of labor, she realized she wouldn't see that' person she was waiting for.
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