It was already past midnight when Natasha woke up again.
The IV drip ticked steadily beside her. She turned and saw Zachary holding onto a tablet with a frown. "You're awake. Here, eat up," he said.
There were two bowls of porridge on the small table nearby.
"Thanks. Sorry for troubling you again."
Natasha ate the porridge and felt a bit of strength returning to her body.
She thought Zachary would only be staying with her briefly, but it was already close to 1:00 am by then. "It's getting late, Mr. Foster. Are you not going home?"
She suddenly remembered something and picked up her phone to transfer 500 dollars to Zachary. "Sorry, I almost forgot about this. This is for my medical expenses. 500 dollars should be enough, right?"
Zachary looked back at her without saying anything, and she just took it as a silent agreement.
Natasha realized that she must have overestimated herself now that she had passed out all of a sudden.
He remained silent for some time, and she wondered if she had said something that upset him again, only to hear him ask, "Ms. Bradley, are you always this polite to everyone?"
She did not quite understand what he meant and replied, "You and I are just acquaintances, but you brought me to the hospital, bought me food, and even stayed to look after me. It's only normal that I thank you for that, no?"
It was a perfectly reasonable answer, but Zachary did not like it.
Suddenly, the door to the hospital room flew open abruptly, revealing Xavier standing in the doorway. He was still panting for air as he plopped himself down beside her bed. "What happened to you? How did you end up in the hospital?"
Zachary could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Natasha relaxed a little in the presence of a friend. "It's nothing serious. It's just my stomach problems flaring up again."
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