When they arrived at the hospital, Joseph’s wound needed to be treated and bandaged, Kathy was holding onto his arms all the time, refusing to let go.
Joseph raised his eyebrows, happiness reflected on his eyes, “Wait outside, the wound is unpleasant to see.”
Kathy paused a while, and the doctor soon came in, and she had no choice but to let go.
She was waiting outside worriedly.
After half an hour, Joseph came out with a bandage on his hand, but it didn’t affect his movements.
Thinking about last time he injured his palm, and this time he injured his arm again, the worry in Kathy’s eyebrows pervaded.
“Does he need to stay in the hospital?” Kathy asked the doctor.
“No need, just come over every day to change the bandage.”
Although the doctor said so, but Kathy was still worried, she kept checking on Joseph on the way, repeatedly ensured that the man beside her was fine.
Her tears seemed to burst out involuntarily, she immediately turned over her face.
When did she even become so fragile?
It was only half a day but she felt like a century had passed.
“Mrs. Joseph, I’ll always be by your side.” Joseph turned her face towards him and held her into his arms tightly.
Her breathe slowly became stable when she heard Joseph’s steady heartbeat.
“It’s a promise.” Kathy said.
Joseph nodded, lifted her face, and kissed her deeply.
Kathy closed her eyes, and hugged his neck, since it was inevitable, then, accepted it.
Due to Joseph’s injury and the hospital’s renovation due to the fire, Joseph took a break at home for the next month.
In the weekend, Johnson came over and saw Joseph sitting lazily on the sofa, and Kathy was feeding him fruit.
Looking at the lovey-dovey couple, Johnson sat down with dissatisfaction, “Joseph, I see you’re recovering well.”
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