Chapter 258
Seconds ticked by, yet the pain she had braced herself for never came.
Giana cautiously opened her eyes, only to be met with Aria’s face–so pale that it was almost ghostly, completely drained of color, her forehead covered in a sheen of sweat.
Giana’s nursing experience made her acutely sensitive to subtle changes in expression. She immediately spotted the trauma in Aria’s eyes.
She couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Giana reached out and grasped Aria’s trembling hand, forcing a weak but determined smile. Whispering hoarsely, she said, “Aria, I trust you.”
With these words, Giana released Aria’s hand and closed her eyes peacefully.
The treatment session lasted a full two hours.
Sweat poured off Aria uncontrollably, quickly soaking through her thermal shirt. A chill washed over her.
She slumped back in the chair, head thrown back, surrendering to the blinding light.
Her vision swam with spots of light, her mind utterly blank. All she wanted was to stay like that, still, letting herself drift in this empty tranquility.
Giana had fallen asleep.
Aria took a moment to collect herself, then picked up the pen nearby and, with trembling hands, laboriously wrote out the prescription on the paper.
Her handwriting was a shaky scrawl, the strokes twisting across the page like worms–just barely legible.
Outside, Owen stood statue–still, rooted to the spot, his posture unchanged.
He clutched the thermos, his gaze fixed intently on the hospital curtain.
Giana’s two friends paced anxiously back and forth nearby, their faces etched with worry.
“It’s been so long. Why isn’t it over yet? Can Giana’s baby even be sayed?” one of them blurted out, her voice thick with worry.
The other answered, “At just three months along, the fetus is still fragile. After such severe shock and physical trauma, the chances of survival should be… very slim.”
The two friends exchanged a glance and sighed heavily.
Just then, the hospital room curtain slowly parted, and Aria emerged.
⚫ “Get the medicines prescribed as soon as possible. Go to Jamelan Elementary School and find the person in charge. They’ll assist you.”
Her voice came out slightly hoarse from exhaustion.
The two women froze momentarily at those words, their eyes widening in astonishment.
They asked, “Is the baby safe?”
Aria gave a slight nod. “Tell Giana the baby is safe. Ask her to stay calm and maintain a positive mood. I’ll check in again tonight.”
‘The baby’s really safe?‘ Stunned and overjoyed, the two women quickly snatched the prescription from Aria’s hand.
Aria looked calm, but her face was ghostly pale, and her bloodless lips were slightly chapped.
Chapter 258
Owen’s heart clenched with worry. Acting on pure instinct, he strode forward in an instant, unscrewed the cap, and pressed it to Aria’s lips. Drink some water first,” he urged.
Aria was indeed parched, her throat burning as if scorched by fire. The moment she opened her mouth, she grabbed the bottle and gulped down more than half its contents in one go.
The water was at just the right temperature, with a subtle hint of saltiness.
Seeing this, the two girls shared a guilty look, a flicker of remorse crossing their eyes.
It hadn’t even occurred to them to bring Aria water or anything to drink.
So that was why Owen disappeared for half an hour. He’d gone to get a bottle of water specially for Aria.
Owen appeared stern and aloof, yet he was incredibly attentive and considerate toward Aria.
Damn! They were just so ship–worthy.
But there was no time for shipping in an emergency.
One of them rushed into the ward to tend to Giana.
The other woman shot off like an arrow toward Jamelan Elementary School.
In the blink of an eye, only Aria and Owen were left in the hallway.
Aria’s hand trembled slightly as she held the bottle. The moment she finished drinking, Owen immediately reached out and took it from her.
The instant their fingertips touched, he was struck by an icy chill from her skin.
His heart plummeted. “Let’s get you back,” he said tersely.
Giana’s caretaker passed the medical kit to Owen.
They walked side by side, while Owen kept a discreet eye on her.
Aria’s steps faltered. A metallic taste of blood rose in her throat.
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