What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 332

Bad-tempered patients weren't that uncommon, but none of them could rival Lewis' petulance.

For others, at least their rage was justified, but Lewis' was already at an all-time high when the doctor hadn't even opened his mouth to speak since entering the ward.

If he hadn't fainted earlier, the doctors wouldn't have found the opportunity to operate on him—he was that obstinate.

The doctor turned to Josephine now. "I have to examine Mr. Alvarez's wounds. Could you …"

Josephine immediately understood the implicit meaning behind his words.

She glanced at Lewis, thought about it for a moment, and approached him slowly, signing as she did.

Yet, Lewis hardly spared him a single glance.

Awkwardness flooded the room, tainting everyone in it, the doctor included.

Lewis was no longer at the age appropriate to throw such a childish tantrum.

Josephine squatted down in front of him and tugged at his arm.

"I'm not dying anytime soon. What's there to examine?" he replied impatiently.

His brashness rendered her speechless.

The doctor explained hurriedly, "Mr. Alvarez, whether or not you die is not up to you to decide. I am the one making that call here." He paused slightly before adding, "This injury of yours should have been operated on long ago. You've delayed treatment for so long that it's already exacerbated more significantly than anyone could ever anticipate. I need to see how well you're recovering after the surgery to ensure there aren't any unforeseen complications."

Lewis simply sat on the couch and looked at the doctor wordlessly.

"Are you really not in pain?" the doctor asked.

The anesthesia should have worn off by now.

Josephine tugged at his arms again, her eyes wide and pleading.

When Lewis finally turned to glance at her, tears had already welled up in her eyes.

Conrad had called it, after all.

The glimmer of her tears stirred something foreign and complicated within him.

As he ceased to make a move, Josephine's tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

She was afraid of losing him, of watching him slip away in her arms.

She was afraid of being the only one left on this planet.

Lewis' lips twitched slightly before he raised his arms to rub his temples. Then, he stood up suddenly.

His abrupt movement threw him off balance, causing his body to sway violently. After all, he just had surgery.

Josephine rushed forward to steady him.

Lewis closed his eyes and took a moment to regain his balance. After that, he pulled his arm away from her grip and returned to the bed at long last, allowing the doctor to finally check on his wounds.

His back was interspersed with stitches. As the incision site had just been cleaned a while back, it appeared reddish and swollen as well. His chest, on the other hand, wasn't simply a fracture anymore. The condition it had been in before the surgery had resulted from his aggravation—one that could hardly be taken lightly at all.

After thoroughly inspecting his wounds, the doctor remarked to them, "You seem to be recovering well, but I'll order an X-ray to ensure that we're not missing anything crucial." Then, seeing Lewis' blatant displeasure, the doctor added, "Not now. That can wait for a few more days. In the meantime, get some rest. God knows how much you need it."

As he prepared to finish up his check-up, the doctor reminded Josephine to have Lewis take his medications on time, to which she readily agreed with a brief nod.

Then, he also had her keep an eye on Lewis' IV drip as he administered it with swift precision and instructed her to press the call button once the infusion was complete.

Josephine noted everything down meticulously. The doctor left soon after, and Josephine watched his figure disappear around a corner as she shut the door behind him and returned to Lewis' side dutifully.

She let out a sigh of relief as she watched him receive the IV drip without complaint, raising her arms to sign, "You need to follow the doctor's instructions. That way, you'll recover quicker."

Lewis peered at her from one side.

She then placed his pack of cigarettes on his bedside table. "You can smoke them when you're better."

Her motions were tentative, timid. At the end of the day, she was still afraid of his anger.

She feared that he would leave her in a fit of rage and ignore her in the days to come.

Lewis sighed, gripping her hands tightly. "Fine. I'll listen to you."

A shocked pause followed his words before a radiant smile crossed her face.

Josephine sat beside him quietly, basking in the undisturbed silence of the moment. It was nice to share a moment of tranquility with him, away from the discordances of the world.