Neil was sent into the VIP ward after he came out of the operation theater. There was a large window in the ward, and Aurelia sat outside of it, looking at Neil lying quietly in bed through it. A type of pain that no one knew of was hidden in her faint expression.
It was now that she understood that one was unable to react under great pain—unable to cry, laugh, speak, or move. She could only sit here stiffly like a log and watch him, afraid to miss a second or minute.
The scene before Neil passed out kept replaying in her mind.
…
He was covered in blood and struggled with all his might to hold her hand before he pulled out a diamond ring with much difficulty to slide it down her finger.
"I-I propose…" Neil had blood in his mouth too, and he was barely audible. "Aurelia, don't be scared… I won't die. I'm going to marry you…"
He was barely coherent, and Aurelia's heart felt like it was sliced.
…
Aurelia looked down at her hands. The bloodstains had dried to a dark red, and it was all his blood. He had actually lost so much blood!
Aurelia bit her lips, wanting to cry but was unable to. She looked at Neil in the ward again, and the corner of her lips twitched after a long time. She cracked a smile.
"Uncle, you're an award-winning actor… You're good at acting, right?
"You must be acting with me now?"
Cordelia could not help tearing up. The others were saddened as well, not knowing how to console Aurelia.
Carter was the surgeon for the surgery. The bullet retrieval was a success, but Neil had lost too much blood. Even with a timely blood transfusion, he could not regain consciousness so soon. The longer he was unconscious, though, the worse the situation was.
Carter came over and sighed softly, telling everyone, "You can go back for a rest first. Neil will get the best care here."
Zephyr asked in worry, "When will he wake up?"
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