Female Novel"Yoli. Yoli, come on, wake up. Say something to me."
Lizetta's hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn't bring herself to touch Yolanda, fearingshe might shatter her into pieces.
How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli's head.
"Somebody help! Please, someone save her."
Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptinessswirling before her eyes.
Only the glaring red beneath Yolanda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.
It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, andnow Yolanda was paying the price because of her.
"Liz."
Remington had no clue what had happened as he caught sight of Yolanda unconscious in a pool ofblood.
The sight of Lizetta sitting there, trembling and breaking down, and the blood staining Lizetta's weddingdress, turning the pristine white into a haunting red, clenched his heart in an iron grip, a suffocatingpain. He called out to her unconsciously, but Lizetta seemed not to hear him.
Remington, more panicked than he'd ever felt, but one thing was crystal clear in his mind: Yolandamust survive!
If anything were to happen to Yolanda, he and Lizetta would be over!
In a split second, Remington was down on one knee, swiftly tearing a piece of fabric to carefully liftYolanda's head, pressing down on the wound to stop the bleeding.
"Get a doctor! Now!" At the same time, he barked orders at the flustered hotel manager.
There were medical staff in the hotel, and as the manager snapped back to reality, he fumbled with thewalkie talkie.
"Liz, don't be scared. The doctors are on their way, and so is the ambulance."
Remington tried to comfort Lizetta, but the moment she recognized him, her empty gaze filled withintense loathing and coldness, sharp and piercing, as if a million needles were ready to tear him apart.Remington had never seen such a look in Lizetta's eyes before.
She was always gentle and meek, avoiding conflict, never taking initiative to stir up trouble, her angeras harmless as a cat's playful scratch.novelbin
But he'd never seen her look at anyone with such deep disdain and almost hatred, especially nottowards him.
And yet, now, she looked at him that way, as if she wanted to gouge out his heart.
He even heard her say in a voice foreign and hoarse, "Don't touch her with your filthy hands!"
Remington's handsome face turned cold as a storm cloud, while Lizetta looked around desperately forsomeone to help, "Hogan! Please, save Yoli! I beg you."
Lizetta's eyes found hope in Hogan, who had rushed out from the banquet hall upon hearing of theaccident.
Just as Hogan broke through the crowd, Lizetta grabbed him desperately. Seeing her tear-streaked andutterly distraught face, Hogan quickly stepped forward, "Don't panic; let me have a look." Being adoctor accustomed to emergencies, Hogan was the most composed and reassuring presence there.
His professional demeanor and actions soothed people; Lizetta's frantic feelings gradually waned.
"Mr. Dashiell, let go."
Hogan crouched to take over from Remington, who, stared closely at Lizetta being comforted byHogan, his fists clenched; though his expression darkened, he immediately made way for Hogan.Hogan was a medical professional; he was indeed the best option.
"The impact missed the critical areas of the temporal, frontal, and occipital lobes, but the bleeding isquite severe. Applying pressure to stop the blood flow was the right move, but she needs surgeryimmediately!"
Hogan spoke in a grave tone, applying specialized techniques to quickly stem Yolanda's bleeding.