When Eric woke up, he did not recall the things he had said. He looked at me curiously. "What exactly did I say?"
The memory of his words made my face heat up, and I quickly avoided his gaze. I forced a guilty smile. "Oh, you were just talking about some company matters."
"Really?" Eric clearly didn't buy it.
I nodded earnestly. "Yep! The moment I realized it was classified information, I covered my ears right away. I mean, they're corporate secrets. If I got caught eavesdropping, that'd be a disaster!"
I let out a quiet sigh of relief after my little joke. I couldn't believe I had actually managed to spin a lie like that.
But Eric's voice turned gentle before I could fully relax, carrying a warmth that caught me off guard.
"It's fine." His tone was steady, reassuring. "If it's you, even the biggest secret wouldn't matter. I know you'd never betray me."
I froze, staring at him in stunned silence. For a moment, I actually felt bad for lying.
The doctor pushed the door open just as the awkwardness was settling in. Seeing that Eric was awake, he gave a satisfied nod.
"Here's your injury report. Take a look." He handed over a file.
I stood up and took it, flipping through it as the doctor continued his instructions.
"You've fractured your left forearm, and there's cartilage damage in your shoulder joint. You also have two cracked ribs. You'll need to stay in the hospital for at least a month. During this time, get as much rest as possible. Judging by the wear on your hand, I'd say you're left-handed. For things like eating, you should let your girlfriend help with that."
The moment I heard that, my whole body tensed. I instinctively opened my mouth to explain, but Eric beat me to it.
"Thank you, doctor," he said smoothly. "She definitely will."
And to top it off, he even flashed a genuinely content smile.
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