Bao Caihong struggled to break free from the grip of her nightmare, her distress visible as tears streamed down her cheeks. She clenched the bed sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white with the effort. The heart rate monitor beside her bed beeped urgently, the sound piercing the air like an alarm.
The door burst open, and James rushed in, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight before him. He quickly approached Bao Caihong, calling out her name in a voice laced with concern."Bao Caihong, wake up!"
James urged, his voice tinged with urgency as he tried to rouse her from the grip of her nightmare. But it was as though she were trapped in a world of her own, her desperate cries of "no" escaping her trembling lips.
Fearing the worst, James frantically signaled for help, pressing the button above the bed to summon the doctor.
It didn't take up to a minute, the doctor and the nurses walked into the room. The doctor quickly took charge, his expression serious as he assessed the situation. He gently directed the nurses to hold Bao Caihong down, their touch light and reassuring. With a concerned furrow in his brow, he glanced at the monitors, noting the rapid fluctuations in her vital signs.
"It looks like she's caught in a really bad nightmare," the doctor explained to James, his voice soft but filled with urgency. "Sometimes, when people go through a lot of stress or trauma, their minds can play tricks on them, making nightmares feel all too real."
James nodded, his heart aching so badly. He watched as the medical team worked tirelessly to soothe Bao Caihong, their voices gentle and comforting. Despite their efforts, Bao Caihong continued to struggle against the invisible forces of her nightmare, her distress evident in her every movement and muffled cry.
Seeing Bao Caihong in such distress tore at James's heartstrings. He wished he could do more to help her, to take away her pain and fear. But all he could do was stand by her side, offering whatever support he could offer.
As the doctor decided to administer a mild sedative, James felt a mixture of relief and anxiety wash over him. He watched anxiously as Bao Caihong's movements gradually slowed, her breathing becoming more steady and calm. It was a small comfort amidst the chaos of the moment.
As Bao Caihong's body gradually relaxed, the doctor turned to James, his gaze softened with empathy. Placing a comforting hand on James's shoulder, he spoke in a gentle tone, "She's going to be okay, James. We'll keep a close eye on her and do everything we can to support her through this."
James nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and concern. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate everything you're doing for her," he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude.
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The next morning when Bao Caihong woke up, she felt the dull ache pulsing in her temples, a constant reminder of the night's turmoil. With a soft groan, she reached out to touch her head, soothing the throbbing pain, hoping to find some relief.
As she sat up in bed, the memories of her nightmare flooded back, vivid and unsettling. The voices, the beeping of machines – it all felt too real to brush aside as mere dreams.
Although she felt pain all over, she still reached for her phone, checked the time only to see that it was after 10 in the morning. Her eyes widened.
Did I sleep for that long? Why didn't anyone wake me?
She looked around and didn't see any signs of James being here this morning. She wondered if he was busy. She thought of calling him, but she changed her mind. Just as she was about to put down her phone, the door was pushed open, and James stepped into the room. He held a glass of water and a cart of food, a silent gesture of care and support.
"James," she greeted him, her voice a mix of relief and gratitude. "You are here."
James smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting understanding and compassion. "You are awake?"
"Yeah" Bao Caihong said softly as she accepted the glass of water that James passed to her, grateful for its cool relief. As she took a sip, a sense of calm washed over her, easing the tension in her body.
James brought the wheelchair closer to the bedside and reached out to help her sit on the wheelchair, with extra care. He wheeled her to the bathroom.
Bao Caihong thought about the events of the previous night still fresh in her mind. The nightmare had left her shaken, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty. But as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she drew strength from the determination in her eyes.
With James's help, Bao Caihong freshened up, the warm water soothing her tired muscles and washing away the remnants of her distress. As she emerged from the bathroom, she found James waiting for her, a tray of food in his hands. The sight of the steaming dishes made her stomach growl in anticipation, and she couldn't help but smile at James's thoughtfulness.
"Thank you, James," Bao Caihong said gratefully, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. She reached out to take the glass of water he offered, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat. "You always know exactly what I need."
James returned her smile, his eyes warm with affection. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable, Boss," he replied, his tone gentle. "You've been through a lot, and you deserve to be taken care of."
Bao Caihong's heart swelled with gratitude at James's words, his unwavering loyalty touching her deeply. She couldn't imagine going through this ordeal without him by her side. With a determined nod, she pushed aside her lingering fears and focused on the task at hand: ensuring the well-being of her unborn child.
"How is the baby?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "I need to know that it's okay."
James's expression softened at her words, his eyes filled with understanding. "The doctor said the baby is stable for now," he reassured her, his voice calm and reassuring. "We just need to keep monitoring its condition closely."
Bao Caihong nodded, a sense of relief washing over her at James's words. She reached out to place a hand on her stomach, her heart overflowing with love and protectiveness for the life growing within her.
Just as Bao Caihong lifted a spoonful of food to her lips, her thoughts drifted to the ongoing investigation. Despite her current predicament, she couldn't shake the nagging sense of urgency that surrounded the case. With a furrowed brow, she turned to James, her expression serious.
"James, how is the investigation progressing?"she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Have we made any significant breakthroughs?"