Angela had only been put on the IV for no more than ten minutes when her eyes suddenly flew open. The first thing that came to her mind was her mother struggling for her life in a hospital somewhere, and the thought made her bolt upright in bed.
“Don‘t move,” a low male voice sounded next to her, followed by a hand pressing down firmly on her left arm so that she wouldn‘t pull out the needle on her own.
She looked down at the needle pushed under her skin and demanded in a watery voice, “Pull it out. I don‘t need it.”
Richard personally detached the needle. He was supposed to apply pressure to stop the bleeding the moment the needle was out, but Angela was in such a rush that she lifted the covers and tried to get down from the bed. At once, the blood trickled down the back of her hand.
With an assertive and domineering air, the man held her arm in place and grabbed a cotton ball from the bedside table, then pressed it down on the back of her hand where the needle had been.
Tears filled her eyes, but she allowed him to stop the bleeding as she gazed at him calmly and ordered, “Take me home, Richard.”
He did not answer her, paying particular attention to the task at hand.
out the hard set of his jaw
looked up at her, then said slowly, “You
away from him as pain flashed across her features. There was a chill in her
now, but there was a hint of resignation in his eyes. He
her mother for the last time. She had to go back even if she couldn‘t make it in time, otherwise, the guilt and regret
the infirmary and into her bedroom. She picked up her bag once more, and she turned to
was the same as delivering her to death‘s doorstep. On the other hand, if he refused to give her the keys and she missed seeing her mother for the last time, she would
he really didn‘t
out her hand and stared at him with wide eyes, her silent demand evident in her tears. She was so delicate, but for some reason, she gave him immense pressure. It was as if she held some inexplicable power over him, and he could
and reason. But just as he was about to give in to impulse and offer to go with
news! Your mother‘s fine. She only suffered
when she heard this. She tossed her bag onto the floor and ran to meet Trevor halfway.