When We Were In Love novel Chapter 33

Vivian wiped his tears gently, like an angel.

 

 

"You'd better get well soon; our baby is waiting for you."

 

 

Vivian was all he could think of. Oh, her smile, her laughter, her tears, her desperation, her coldness, etc.

 

 

"Vivian!"

 

 

He was sweating from the piercing pain in his arm. He looked at his hospital gown. There was no one around.

 

 

"You are awake."

 

 

Patrick walked into the room with medicine and said softly.

 

 

"You've slept for two days. I would be worried if you didn't wake up."

 

 

He pulled up Christian's sleeve, and blood was oozing from his wound.

 

 

"How is Vivian?"

 

 

Christian asked worriedly, ignoring what Patrick was doing.

 

 

"Don't move. I'm changing fresh dressing for your wound."

 

 

Frowning, Patrick was afraid he might hurt Christian.

 

 

"I'm asking you, how is Vivian?"

 

 

"Tell me!"

 

 

Christian had just woken up and hadn't fully restored his strength. He couldn't help coughing when he got excited.

 

 

Patrick hurriedly poured Christian a cup of warm water, and he looked tired.

 

 

"I'm going to see Vivian."

 

 

Christian struggled to get out of the bed, and fell to the ground.

 

 

Patrick was angry when he found Christian on the ground.

 

 

"Christian, how old are you? Don't be a child, will you?"

 

 

He helped Christian back to his bed. He was very angry.

 

 

"Christian, I'm very tired already. Don't add fuel to the fire, ok?"

 

 

Patrick shouted in a hoarse voice. He was shockingly exhausted. Christian looked up and found him thinner and messier than a few days ago and there were dark circles under his swollen eyes.

 

 

"Please tell me where she is, will you?"

 

 

Patrick's unusual behaviors were upsetting for Christian. He was scared to hear the bad news.

 

 

"I'll take you to see her after dressing your wound."

 

 

Christian was relieved to hear that.

 

 

Thank God! She was still alive.

 

 

Christian had been seriously injured, though it wasn't life-threatening. He had ignored his own pain because he had been too worried and nervous about Vivian, now he couldn't help crying out in pain.

 

 

This time Patrick was less careful with his wound on purpose, like punishing a naughty boy who had done something wrong.

 

 

Patrick was very tired, which made Christian feel guilty.

 

 

Christian had been a trouble maker since childhood and Patrick had always been the one who would clear up the mess quietly.

 

 

"Let's go."