When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 

“Fine. Tomorrow, then!” Macy replied and hung up at once.

Our cab rolled to a stop in front of the hotel. I paid the fare and got out with Nick. Glancing at the stairs in front of us, I couldn’t help but sigh in exasperation.

What a strange five-star hotel… Was there a need to build these stairs right at the entrance?

Complaining silently, I helped Nick up the stairs slowly. Luckily, it wasn’t tiring at all as I was wearing flats.

Halfway there, my phone started ringing. I put a hand into my bag to grab it, but Nick’s hand snaked around my waist.

I instinctively shoved him away. Alas, I forgot we were climbing the stairs.

Nick promptly tumbled down the stairs.

I froze in my tracks, utterly dumbfounded. It wasn’t until the security came to help him up that I snapped back to my senses. “Hurry, send him to the hospital!”

Hopefully, he did not hurt himself…

With the security’s help, Nick and I arrived at the hospital smoothly. After running the necessary checks, the doctor confirmed Nick had only sustained injuries to his head. He had to be hospitalized for a few days.

After all the hassle, Nick was still unconscious. The doctor couldn’t be sure what went wrong, so he told me he’d be back tomorrow morning when Nick regained consciousness.

Nick’s wound had been bandaged. The doctor said someone had to stay with him, so I remained there.

When Macy called again, it was dawn. I was nodding off on the bench outside Nick’s ward.

“Scarlett, let’s go shopping!” Macy declared once I picked up. I knew at once she was

tipsy.

It was already dawn, so I yawned and sat up. “Macy, where are you?”

Did she drink alone again?

“Southvale Avenue. Come, let’s go shopping together!” she announced drunkenly.

I couldn’t help but worry as she was drinking alone in a foreign city. As Nick was still hooked on an IV drip, I couldn’t leave right now.

I thought about it and consoled Macy over the phone. After cutting the line, I called Jared.

“Hello?” Jared answered sleepily. I seemed to have woken him up from his sleep.

Feeling apologetic, I inquired, “Dr. Crest, can you do me a favor? My friend is on Southvale Avenue. I think she’s intoxicated. Can you help me pick her up? I’m currently busy.”