Sophia Jackson couldn't quite remember when the ambulance arrived.
All she could recall was when Oliver Nelson, his body covered in blood, was lifted onto a stretcher, he kept holding her hand tightly, and nobody could separate them. His voice was weak and disrupted, "I...am...worried..."
Sophia was stupefied, frozen like a statue.
It was only when the doctor asked her, "Who are you to him?" that she finally responded.
"I am...I am his fiancée," Sophia replied hesitantly.
The doctor nodded, "Then you should talk to him more, don't let him lose consciousness."
Sophia nodded, "Okay."
What should she say? Sophia had no idea.
She smelled a strong scent of blood, all came from Oliver Nelson. She did not know how seriously he was injured, but it looked like he was at death's door by the time the ambulance arrived.
Upon entering the hospital, the strong smell of blood turned into the smell of disinfectant.
