Jarrod’s brow was deeply furrowed, his vision shrouded in darkness.
Elodie’s panicked voice barely pulled him back to consciousness for a fleeting instant. With great effort, he lifted a trembling hand and gently touched the back of her head. “It’s all right… Andrea and the others will be here soon. Don’t be scared…”
His voice was barely a whisper, thin and weak.
But to Elodie, every word felt like a needle piercing her heart, the ache spreading through her chest and lungs.
Ignoring the searing pain in her arm—likely fractured from the impact—she scrambled off Jarrod’s body. Her hands shook as she reached for his, completely lost as to what to do. “Tell me where it hurts, Jarrod. Please, open your eyes and look at me.”
She desperately tried to find the source of his injury.
But she barely dared to touch him.
After all, her entire adult weight had crashed down on him from the second floor. The damage to him had to be severe.
Even though she was already as light as she could possibly be.
Jarrod’s eyelids were unbearably heavy; her words barely registered in his mind.
Suddenly, Elodie’s hand came away slick and warm with blood.
The heat of it made her heart clench painfully, and her face turned deathly pale.
That warmth meant he was still bleeding—badly.
She knelt at his side, body shaking with cold, her expression crumbling. Her voice was hoarse as she called out, “Ivan! Andrea! Hurry, bring the car! He—he needs a hospital, now!”
Andrea’s car screamed around the corner; she jumped out, visibly shaken, and immediately hefted Jarrod onto her back, hauling him into the vehicle.
Sirens wailed in the distance as chaos erupted around them.
Elodie, clutching her shoulder, climbed in after them.
They tore through the streets to the hospital.
A special lane was cleared for them, and Jarrod was rushed into surgery at breakneck speed.
Elodie stood outside the operating room, her head ringing with a deafening roar.
Her arm hung limp at her side, trembling, but she just stared at the closed doors, not shedding a single tear.
Andrea was the first to notice Elodie’s arm was clearly injured. She hurried to fetch a doctor.
The doctor quickly examined Elodie’s arm, frowning. “How did this happen?”
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Update please..its going great rightnow..dont kill the mood.....
Jarod may be regretful but he doesn't deserve Elodie's forgiveness period!...
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May! Getting better and better! Thank you!...
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