Female Novel
Chapter 269
Chapter 269
The Huma Hospital.
The sounds of medical equipment, the smell of alcohol disinfectant, pale lighting, and the deathlysilent corridors created a stark atmosphere.novelbin
" Take it easy."
Harsh, pitiful screams reverberated through the sterile ward.
The nurse, who was standing by, couldn't even bear to watch.
The man lying on the hospital bed held a tiny photo tightly with his gruesome burned fingers.
"Stephie... Stephie..."
"Your vocal cords are damaged. Even surgery can't fully restore them. You need to avoid speakingas much as possible. Endure it," the doctor, unable to bear the sight, whispered softly.
"Okay."
He buried his head in the pillow and quietly endured the pain as the doctor treated his terribleinjuries.
"How could he bear it?"
"Why does such a handsome man have to suffer so much?"
"His survival is a miracle."
As the doctor left the ward, he sighed.
"He has multiple burn injuries , and the pain from the second -degree burns can reach level I0. Thiswill greatly affect his sensory perception. Even if he survives, his perception of pain will becomenumb." The doctor observed Steven through the window.
He was lying on the bed while barely hanging on by a thread.
"Stephie..."
He slowly loosened his grip and gently wiped the bload-soaked photo.
His eyes were soft.
"Wait for me...
"T'm sorry..."
It was my fault for making her wait too long.
I hoped she wouldn't blame me.
"Mr. Lincoln Senior has instructed us to keep him in the hospital until his condition improves. Oncehe's better, bring him back."
"Mr. Lincoln, you can't leave!"
"Beep..."
The hospital alarm went off. The doctors and guards were distracted by the fire alarm.
Steven, wearing a baggy hoodie and cap, limped out of the hospital while enduring the pain in hisbody.
Blood seeped through his injuries due to the premature movement.
No one knew how much pain he was in.
But he didn't want to make Stephie wait any longer.
"Stephie..."
He didn't know how he managed to leave the hospital or muster the strength to reach Stephanie'sbuilding.
However, it was empty there.
"That poor family. Both of the parents died and left only their daughter alive. I heard she was inacoma for a long time and then went to live with relatives after waking up."
Upon hearing what the neighbors said, Steven turned and ran away with red eyes.
His wounds were hurting.
He was at risk of infection.
Still, he couldn't let Stephie face the pain of losing her parents alone.
"Stephie..."
Finally, he saw Stephie at the school gate.
"Ah!" But the way she looked at him was as if looking at a stranger.
"Stephie..." His hoarse voice, unfamiliar even to himself, drove him to near despair.
Stephie didn't recognize him.
"Who are you? Stop following me! Help!" Stephanie thought he was a pervert. She ran awayscreaming for help.
Steven stood numbly with his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air.
He hid in an alleyway while panting heavily and hitting his own head.
Why... Why had even his voice changed?
Why did he scare Stephie?
Why didn't he die?
"Stephie..."
From that day, Steven would secretly follow Stephie every day.
He would watch her go to school, come home, and carefully followed Michael. He would watch howher eyes were full of only him.
"Stephie, I don't blame you."
He would whisper gently during his unending fevers, soothing her even though she couldn't hear it.
He wouldn't blame her for forgetting him.