Chapter 5 Injured

My hand holding the phone tightened suddenly. The left side of my chest started to ache again.

It turned out that in Henry's phone, I didn't even have a contact note.

I pressed my lips together. "It's me. Are you free tomorrow?"

There was a noticeable pause on Henry's end, and then he said coldly, "Just say what you need."

In a muffled voice, I said, "I have surgery tomorrow. The doctor said a family member must sign. You..."

Before I could finish, Henry's cold laugh came through the phone. "Amelia, are you feeling jealous because I took Aria to the hospital?"

I hurriedly explained, "No, I really need surgery."

Henry sneered, "If you were sick, you wouldn't have followed me to the restaurant at noon to cause trouble for Aria."

I suddenly felt powerless. All explanations were futile; Henry had never believed me.

I wanted to say more, but then I heard Aria's coquettish voice on the phone. "Henry, my wound hurts so much. Could you blow on it for me."

Henry responded dotingly and was about to hang up.

I said desperately, "Henry, if you don't come tomorrow, I will die."

Henry said word by word, "Amelia, in my heart, you died the moment you left me to go abroad." He then hung up.

I stood there, stunned. My face felt cold. I didn't know how long had passed before someone called my name.

Opening my eyes, I was met with a blurry white haze, within which was Brian's face. His intensely serious gaze instantly made me feel much more awake.

Brian said with a stern face, "Don't you know your own condition? You were running around at night and fainted in the stairwell. If the nurse hadn't found you in time, you could have died."

I opened my mouth but couldn't speak.

Brian stood by my bed with a stethoscope. "You need someone to take care of you. There are many tests to do before the surgery."

I said in a hoarse voice, "No need, Dr. Scott. I can manage on my own."

He looked at me with some concern.

I quickly assured him, "I'll be careful from now on, really. I can also sign the surgery consent myself."

Brian didn't continue to persuade me, "When you were unconscious, the nurse contacted your family. Your husband said he would come over."

I was stunned. Henry said he would come? Impossible.

I quickly asked, "Who did you contact? My husband is very busy and probably won't have time to come."

Brian put away his stethoscope and said casually, "He said he was already at the hospital with someone, so he's nearby. You didn't know?"

I forced a smile. How could I not know? Aria got burned because of me, so he would definitely be at the hospital with her.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Brian didn't ask further. He stood up and reminded me, "The wound on your hand has been treated. Be careful not to get it wet."

I looked down and saw a square bandage on my left forearm. It hurt a bit when I moved.

The young nurse next to me said, "It might have been cut when you fell. Dr. Scott personally treated your wound."

I was about to thank him, but when I looked up, Brian's figure had already disappeared at the door.

"Thank all of you." I tried to smile but couldn't.

The young nurse waved her hand, "It's fine. Just don't forget to get your blood drawn and do the tests. It will get crowded later, and you'll have to wait in line."

I nodded. After she left the room, I rested on the bed for a while, then got up to go to the nurse's station for the blood draw.

I was very afraid of needles. When I was dating Henry, I once needed a blood test because I was sick.

After registering, I wanted to run away, but he pulled me to the blood draw window.

In the hospital lobby filled with the smell of disinfectant, I hid behind him, not daring to open my eyes.

Henry patiently coaxed me into the seat, "Amelia, you can't always hide behind me. Be brave. I'll be with you through every difficulty."

The cold needle pierced my vein, and I watched the dark red blood flow from the needle into the blood collection tube, feeling no emotion.

Henry, I was no longer afraid of needles. But where were you?

After drawing four tubes of blood for testing, I went to the first floor for the examination.

While waiting in line, I saw Henry holding Aria's hand as they walked in from the entrance.

They looked like a perfect couple, hard to ignore.

He still had that cold expression, wearing a black suit without a tie, his usual style. Aria's hand was looped through his arm, their fingers interlocked.

Aria wore a light-colored dress, her delicate curls hanging down to her waist. The hand that got burned held a pink thermos, with red marks on her arm, looking very pitiful.

I looked down at myself. To make it easier to stay in the hospital, I wore gray loungewear.

After fainting in the stairwell last night, my clothes were dirty and wrinkled, and I hadn't had time to change.

I quietly turned my head away, looking elsewhere.

But Aria's voice came through behind me. "Henry, isn't that Amelia?"

Before I could react, she quickly walked over and grabbed my arm.

The wound on my left hand throbbed with pain, and I instinctively shook her off.

There was a dull thud as the thermos fell heavily to the ground, spilling porridge everywhere.

The hospital lobby fell silent, and I turned around to face Henry's dark expression.