What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 372

Josephine stayed by Lewis' bedside, watching him as he underwent infusion. Only she was around when it was time to change the intravenous bag, and she was unsure what to do as Conrad wasn't there.

She stared as the intravenous line slowly turned red. Blood was backflowing into the tube from Lewis' bloodstream.

She was horrified to see him bleed. In a panic, she tried to pull out the needle.

Coincidentally, Lewis stirred. He opened his eyes to see the blood-filled tube first and a panicked Josephine next. The woman hugged his hand, grabbed the needle, and pulled it out.

Lewis didn't know what to say.

Blood spurted onto Josephine's face. As she detected a strong scent of blood, she focused her eyes on Lewis' hand to realize he was bleeding. Terrified, she reached out and pressed her hands against the back of his palm as tears of anxiety rolled down her cheeks. She realized that she might have done something wrong again.

Lewis, on the other hand, showed no reaction. He stared at the ceiling, thinking it was unbelievable that he woke up alive and kicking.

Josephine held his hand tightly—hugged it, even—in an effort to stop the bleeding. She looked up and noticed that Lewis was awake. Her face lit up momentarily, but guilt soon replaced her gladness.

She dared not let go of his hand. Unable to speak, all she could do was look at him in a panic.

After some time, Lewis withdrew his hand from her grasp and, using his other hand to compress the wound, tilted his head toward Josephine. He said feebly, "Call the doctor."

Josephine nodded and immediately rushed out to find a doctor.

His pale lips twitched and curved into a bitter smile as his eyes followed the woman who was leaving in a fluster.

He gave himself a moment before forcefully propping his body upright and pressing the call button by the bed.

The doctor and Conrad thought they were at a murder scene when they entered. There was blood on the floor, the sheets, the intravenous bag, and the needle cast aside on the floor.

"Sir, did you take off the needle on your own?"

Lewis leaned against the bed of the head, his expression impassive as he looked at Conrad. He didn't answer his question.

The doctor was worried too. "Mr. Alvarez, you're treating your health with too little care. Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?"

"Cut the crap," Lewis cut them off with frustration.

At that moment, Josephine entered, dragging with her a nurse. She didn't expect to see the doctor from earlier and sheepishly glanced at the nurse beside her. Seeing as they didn't need her anymore, the nurse left after greeting the doctor.

The doctor stopped rambling and administered the infusion again on Lewis' other hand.

Lewis was too exhausted to make a fuss. He leaned on the head of the bed and allowed the doctor to do whatever was required.

The doctor urged Conrad to look after Lewis well and promptly left after cleaning the mess on the floor.

This time, Conrad dared not leave the ward of his own accord. He stayed back with Josephine. "Sir, how are you feeling now?"

Lewis shut his eyes and calmly replied, "Still alive."

Conrad's lips twitched, and he remarked secretly, "There he goes again. He wouldn't say that if he was on the brink of death."

Josephine was a ghastly sight with bloodstains on her face and shirt.

Lewis opened his eyes and stared at her for a while. Then, he said, "Take her to wash up."

Conrad was worried. "She can go by herself. I'll stay back and look after you."

"Did you not hear me?" Lewis was still as intimidating as before though he was in this state.