A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 8

An hour later, I arrived at Halton University Hospital's orthopedic department emergency room. There, an amicable-looking doctor with a head of white hair felt my arm.

He nodded at the gentleman standing in a corner. "It's a dislocation."

The gentleman hummed in acknowledgment. "You're renowned for fixing dislocations, Dr. Quinell. Could you do it for her, please?"

Dr. Quinell gave the man a meaningful look. "You keep owing me favors on other people's behalf, don't you?"

He slowly turned my arm as he spoke. "Was this brat the person who caused this, little lady?"

I sneaked a look at the gentleman before shaking my head. "No, no. I… I don't know him."

Dr. Quinell laughed. "You don't know him? Why would he be so worried about you if you didn't know him?"

I thought about how I'd lost control earlier and cried my heart out while clutching his suit jacket. Then, I lowered my head in embarrassment.

Just then, a crisp crack rang out, and Dr. Quinell released me before I could make a sound. 

I then stood up and moved my arm. 

I was surprised. It didn't hurt anymore. 

What was this miracle that had just happened?

Dr. Quinell smiled. "Move it a bit more to test it out. You should be fine now."

I slowly stretched my arm and turned it around. Sure enough, it didn't hurt at all! 

I hurriedly turned to Dr. Quinell. "Thank you so much for this, Dr. Quinell!"

I wasn't a fool. Dr. Thomas Quinell was renowned in Halton City for his expertise in orthopedics. Many famous and rich people would do anything to have him treat their orthopedic issues.

Dr. Quinell was a kind doctor who focused on treating regular patients. He only charged them a token sum for their treatment. 

He'd been practicing for over 50 years and still believed in treating illnesses without profiting off his patients. He'd treated thousands of patients over the years. Yet, it was precisely due to his principles that made it harder to get him to treat patients who were cutting the queue.

At that thought, I couldn't help but look at the handsome gentleman beside me. He looked about 27 or 28 and seemed more mature and level-headed than Elijah.

His dark gray suit fit him well and perfectly showed off his trim figure. His features were chiseled, and a pair of half-framed glasses rested on his tall nose. They made his eyes seem even more deep-set than they already were.

He was chatting with Dr. Quinell, and as he did, his every action exuded confidence and charm.

I'd once thought that Elijah was the most handsome man I'd ever met. His cold gaze and dominating demeanor made him seem manlier than others.

However, the gentleman with me was Elijah's opposite. 

Appearance-wise, he and Elijah were equals. If Elijah was sharp, this man was gentle and graceful. Elijah looked like he could take on the world with his attitude, while this man looked like he could accept the world with his gentility.

I couldn't tell which of them was more handsome, but judging from the current situation, I admired this man's gentility and composure more.

The man sneaked a glance at me in the middle of his conversation with Dr. Quinell. Suddenly, he asked, "Do you feel unwell anywhere else, Ms. York?"

This caught me off guard. I was about to shake my head, but I caught myself in time and nodded instead.

Dr. Quinell frowned. "Hurry up and show me where else you're hurt then. You don't want something minor to turn into something major."

So, I showed him the back of my waist and my heel. They'd begun hurting after Evan had shoved me last night. Then, I also asked him to feel the back of my head.

Dr. Quinell dutifully checked me before shaking his head. He said, "Oh, dear. Why are you so severely injured? Your waist is almost fractured. It's even a little dislocated now. I'll help you fix that in a while. Your leg isn't too bad in comparison. It's just a sprain. 

"The back of your head though…" He felt it and suddenly became mad. "How can you take your body for granted like this?"

The man chuckled. "Have you forgotten who I am?"
"Huh?" I looked up, confused. "I honestly don't remember you. What's your name?"