BookAmazoneChapter 150 "The medication will be brought over soon. You don't need to worry too much about your sister. She's not in serious condition and just needs plenty of rest "on the other hand, you don't look so well yourself. Why not ask the doctor to prescribe something to prevent a cold? If your sister hasn't recovered and you fall sick, it'll be troublesome," the nurse suggested Ween sat down in the chair beside the bed and tucked the blanket carefully around Clara His voice was calm and distant as he replied, "I understand. Thank you." The nurse, who had only been working at the hospital for six months, wasn't discouraged by his cold demeanor. She walked over, ensured the windows were tightly shut, then left to get a cup of hot water. When she returned, she handed it to him. "Drink this. It'll help warm you up." Wren paused for a moment before taking the cup and setting it aside. “Thank you," he said simply Nothing he neither drank the water nor warmed his hands with it, the atmosphere in the room beca little awkward. The nurse, stuck on the night shift and unable to leave, felt the need to make conversation.
"You don't seem like you're from around here. What brings you to this town? You're not here for sightseeing, are you?" Wren's brows furrowed slightly. He hadn't expected the nurse to be so talathe. However, out of politeness and considering that clara still needed care at the hospital, he felt compelled to respond.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"No," he replied curthy, offering no further explanation The room fell silent again, the air thick with awkwardness, Finally realizing that Wren had no intention of engaging in conversation, the nurse refrained from asking more questions and awkwardly waited for the doctor to return with the medication Fortunately, the doctor was efficient. Within a few minutes, he arrived with the prescribed medicines.
With steady hands, the doctor inserted the needle into the vein on the back of Clara's hand. He even attached a small heat patch to the TV line to keep the medication from being too cold.
"When this bottle finishes, find the nurse to switch it out," the doctor instructed, nodding toward the nurse. He then handed over a box of pills. "These are for her to take after she wakes up. And here's a box of medicine for preventing colds. It's for you. Don't forget to pay the inpabent fees later." When took mental note of everything, ensuring he wouldn't miss a single detail.
Once the doctor and nurse had left, Wren stayed by the bedside, his eyes fixed on Clara Although the room was warm from the air conditioning, waves of cold seemed to seep through his body, like a chill emanating from his very bones.
He opened the box of medicine, swallowed two pills with the water, and tried to stave off the possibility of falling IL He couldn't afford to get sick. He needed to take care of Clara After warming his hands, he gently placed his palm on Clara's forehead. The icy coldness from earlier was gone, replaced by a worrying warmth. She had a tever, yet there was nothing becould do about it His eyes reddened as memories flooded his mind.
In the past, whenever Clara tell ill, he had always stayed by her side. At those times, she would becespecially fragile and clingy, refusing to let him leave even for a moment. Even in sleep, her small hand would instinctively seek his, as if it was the only way she could feel safe.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe remembered one particular twhen he had to step out to take a call. Worried about disturbing her rest, he left the room quietly. By the the returned, he heard her startled cries from outside the door
She had woken up from a nightmare, and not sering him there hadom overwhelmed her with loneliness and fear.
When he entered, she had curled hersell into a corner. The moment she saw him, tears filled her eyes, e and she threw herself into his arms. That image of her fragile and tear- streaked face was etched into his memory forever.
When had realized long ago that he would never be able to let go of Clara in this lifetime. She had already m beca part of him, woven into his bones and blood, even his soul. How could anyone abandon their own flesh and blood or betray their soul?
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