“It’s me. Wake up,” Florence whispered to call. She wanted to wake him up but seemingly, she was afraid to bother him with her voice.
She felt conflicted but extremely delighted.
“Ernest...” she whispered to call him again and again.
However, the man on the bed seemed to have been in a deep sleep. He didn’t respond at all.
His eyes still closed, his eyelashes covering his eyes tightly. He was lying there peacefully and breathing slightly. His breath was so light that she could barely see his chest heave up and down.
Florence was taken aback in confusion. Ernest had always been quite alerted. Even if he was in a sound sleep, as soon as there was any movement next to him, he would wake up immediately.
Besides, she had been calling him so many times. He should have opened his eyes long ago.
Florence stood there motionlessly for a long while. Blood drained from her face bit by bit. It wasn’t until now did she calm down from the extreme joy. She realized that something was wrong.
“Ernest, what’s wrong with you?” she asked in a soft tone.
Slowly, she reached her hands towards his face.
Her fingers reached his cheek first. What she could feel was the icily cold.
It felt like touching a piece of ice.
Florence’s eye pupils fiercely shrunk. She wondered why his body was so cold.
The temperature was so low as if he were not an alive human being.
“Ernest, wake up. What’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me!” Florence said trembly. The cold sweat dripped from her forehead.
It was so difficult for her to finally find him. She couldn’t let anything bad happen to him.
She dared not to test his breathe. She grabbed his shoulders, trying to shake him to wake up.
When she was about to move, Clarence snapped to stop her, “If you moved him, he would truly die.”
Florence stopped in fear.
Her tightened heart was trembling. However, in extreme nervousness, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
She could tell from Clarence’s words that Ernest was still alive.
However...
“Why can’t he wake up? What happened to him?”
Florence looked back, gazing at Clarence in anxiety.
Clarence walked to the bed and looked at Ernest with a complicated look.
He whispered, “Since I rescued him and took him here, he has been always in a coma. He hasn’t woken up at all.”
Florence was shocked. “How could it be?”
“It should be because he has been seriously injured.”
His words were reechoing in Florence’s mind.
Florence was startled. Then, she lifted the quilt on Ernest with her trembling hands. Then, she paled.
She saw that Ernest’s chest was wrapped by thick bandages, which had been soaked by his blood.
Florence’s fingers trembled, tears dropping from her eyes.
She had no guts to check his wounds under the bandage at all.
With a trembling voice, she asked, “How serious has he been injured?”
He was in a coma.
Clarence said solemnly, “When I was swimming in the sea, I found him. He was dragged by a piece of wood, floating on the sea. When I saw him, his body was soaked with blood. There were a lot of bomb fragments on his body. His wounds looked bloody and ferocious...”
Before finishing his words, he noticed that Florence looked extremely pale and couldn’t help trembling. Immediately, he stopped and decided to change the subject.
“I pulled him and swimming onto the shore. Then I brought him here and find a doctor from a private clinic to see him. The doctor said he was badly injured, but he was quite strong both physically and mentally. He could struggle to survive.
“But he was too seriously injured, there was no advanced equipment here. His health condition couldn’t be improved. That’s why he couldn’t wake up.”
Ernest was seriously injured. Even he had survived, there was not advanced medical equipment or treatments, he had to rely on his own willpower.
Raising his eyebrows Clarence smiled.
He said jokingly, “If you do appreciate my help, why don’t you marry me?”
He was making the same fun of her again.
Florence rolled her eyes at him. In this case, her tears stopped dropping.
She said, “Except for this one, I’ll try my best to fulfill other requirements.”
Let alone that he had saved her, she would always be grateful for him all her life just because he had to save Ernest.
“I don’t need other things.”
Clarence shrugged, looking at Florence with a faint smile. His tone was kind of serious as well as kidding.
“You don’t owe me anything, Florence. You save me on the yacht. That’s why I had the chance to save you guys. After all, you’ve saved yourself.”
In this case, Florence believed that Clarence was kidnapped because of her.
Hence, it was such a complicated matter that they could never get even with each other.
However, they had formed a friendship that experienced life and death.
She would remember his kindness all her life.
“Clarence, let’s not talk about it first. Do you have any method to cure Ernest and wake him up?”
That was the thing that Florence cared about the most right now.
She wanted Ernest to be fine and wake up.
Clarence looked confused. He was a bit surprised. Florence had known how dangerous and hard they were now.
However, her first request was still based on Ernest’s health and safety.
He wondered if she thought about herself before considering Ernest.
Clarence stared at her in a complicated way.
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