“Aren’t you used to being so scared of pain?” Dr. Smith asked Sierra.
Back when Sierra twisted her ankle during dance practice and John had to carry her in, she kept repeating how much it hurt. The pain this time could only be far worse, yet she did not make a sound.
“That was then, this is now.” Sierra didn’t say anything more about that.
After disinfecting the wound, she picked up the gauze and was going to bandage her hand herself.
“Let’s get back to my mom’s condition.”
Dr. Smith watched the way she forced herself to stay composed and took the gauze from her. He then bandaged her wound layer by layer. It was just a simple movement, but Sierra found herself staring at it, somewhat zoning out.
Just as Dr. Smith finished bandaging Sierra’s hand, his phone buzzed. It was a message from John.
[Wrap her wound gently. When you’re done, give her the scar cream.]
Dr. Smith replied to the message. [Understood.]
John saw the reply and didn’t send anything else.
Pamela watched John’s unreadable expression and was worried that he would blame her again for going to Sierra.
She finally said, “John, I know you don’t like me going to see her, but I really couldn’t just stand by and leave her mom alone. If you’re angry with me, I won’t protest.”
“Does the wound still hurt?” John changed the subject.
“It does,” Pamela nodded, her face still showing signs of being upset.
John set his hand gently on her knee, his gaze caught by the layers of gauze. His rough thumb brushed over them without thinking.
For some reason, the image of Sierra’s bloodied palm appeared in his mind.
“The doctor said it’s nothing serious,” Pamela said, holding John’s hand. “You really don’t need to worry so much.”
John quietly pulled his hand back and reached up to pull back a strand of hair that had fallen over her forehead.
“Rest for the next couple of days. If you need anything, call me. Remember not to let the wound get wet.”
“You’re not coming back with me?” Panic flickered inside Pamela.
“There are still things I need to handle here at the hospital and the company.” John’s voice was low and unhurried. “I’ll come to you when I’m done.”
There was a hint of jealousy deep in Pamela’s eyes. She knew he was staying because of Sierra.
“If you get bored, ask your friends out to go shopping,” John said to Pamela.
She simply nodded.
John didn’t stay any longer. After a few words to the driver, he stepped out of the car.
Only when the car had driven completely out of sight did he turn around and head straight to Dr. Smith’s other office.
By then, Sierra and Dr. Smith had more or less finished their discussion.
Sierra now understood clearly that she would have to keep working hard and earning money to be ready for whatever might
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“Thank you for taking care of my mom’s case,” Sierra said politely. She had always been courteous to him.
“You’re very welcome,” Dr. Smith replied.
Once they were done talking, he handed her the scar cream and walked her out.
He had just returned to his desk when he heard the office door open. Looking up, he saw John.
“Mr. Henderson.”
“Is the surgical planning done?” John walked over and sat down.
His gaze slid to the bin beside the desk, where bloodstained cotton balls and drops of red stood out. His brows tightened.
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