Little Bride

Chapter17

And so, I sat by the hospital bed, holding my phone, waiting quietly.

I didn't know when he arrived, but he walked towards me and gently patted my shoulder, signaling for me not to be nervous.

After doing that, he went to speak with the doctor to get an update on the situation.

After about ten minutes, he returned and motioned for me to step outside to talk.

He pulled me into the corridor and looked down at me, his head slightly lowered.

"Don't worry, I talked to the doctor. It's nothing serious. She just needs to finish the blood transfusion and take some medication." Even though the doctor had already told me this, hearing him repeat it made my heavy heart finally sink.

In that moment, I had never felt so safe and secure with a mature and stable person by my side.

I remembered the doctor repeatedly asking me questions: "Does she have a boyfriend? We suspect it might be an ectopic pregnancy."

Even though I had firmly said no at the beginning, stating that I hadn't heard anything from my roommate, I started to doubt myself as the doctor continued to confirm. I was afraid that my judgment would affect the doctor's treatment.

Even though the doctor eventually decided on a temporary solution of stopping the bleeding and a blood transfusion, that question still echoed in my mind. Did she have a boyfriend? Was it just a normal bleeding?

"What's wrong?" He noticed the worry on my face and asked.

I found it difficult to speak, hesitating for a long time before finally saying, "The doctor asked me if she had a boyfriend. He suspects it might be an ectopic pregnancy. I haven't seen any signs, so I said no, but she's been bleeding heavily, and I'm worried that I might be wrong."

"The doctor asks these questions as part of the procedure. The doctor has already made a diagnosis, so you don't need to worry," he reassured me in a low voice.

I fell silent for a moment, and suddenly, I didn't know why, but my emotions suddenly relaxed, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Afraid that he would think I was foolish, I turned away, slightly lifting my head to prevent myself from crying so miserably.

He reached out to pat my shoulder.

"Nothing," I whispered, but as the words left my mouth, I realized my voice was choked, "I'll go check on her."

I threw out those words and wanted to escape. I felt so embarrassed.

But as soon as I took a step, a hand stopped me.

"Why are you running?" He lowered his head, staring into my eyes, his gaze filled with indescribable emotions.

I lowered my head.

He sighed and lowered his voice even more, "Why does the little girl always run away?"

I was stunned and covered my face, explaining, "I feel so embarrassed."

He didn't move.

Even though I didn't look at him, I could feel his gaze immediately, I was pulled by a hand and my body fell into a warm embrace. A faint scent of shampoo wafted from above my head.

I was stunned, too scared to even cry.

Compared to my shock, he appeared incredibly calm, his hand even gently stroking my head.

In a low voice, he said, "There's nothing embarrassing about crying, little girl."

He wanted to lower his head to look at me, but because my heart was racing due to the ambiguous atmosphere, I buried my head even lower, not allowing him to see.

After being held for a few minutes without moving, I felt awkward in this position.

"I'm having trouble breathing," I whispered.

He lowered his gaze and glanced at me, smiling.

I pleaded in my mind for him to let me go quickly.

And in the next second, he released me.

As soon as he let me go, I immediately stepped back.

"I'm going back first."

"Okay," he looked at me with intense eyes.

"Thank you for tonight," I thought he was going to leave, so I bid him farewell.

"Mhmm," he took out a cigar, put it in his mouth, and didn't look at me again.