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She was pacing in the hospital hallway, where she'd mopped the floor since her wet clothes were dripping on the tile surface, saving the cleaners the trouble of cleaning it.
Her body stiffened, and she turned her head toward the sound. The exam room door opened, and the doctor came in.
She hurried over to him, her hands clasped nervously. "Tell me, Doctor, how he is. Is he broken? Is he?"
The doctor paused, bit his lip, and gave her a quick once-over before quietly nodding and saying, "The patient's condition is not as severe as initially feared. However, there is a minor muscle tear that resulted in some bruising due to the fall. I will provide him with a prescription for pain medication, and he will be able to resume his activities."
"Thank God." She breathed out, relieved, and finally picked a chair to sit in. A few seconds later, she glanced up at the doctor, who kept talking.
"Ideally, your husband will remain in the hospital overnight until we are satisfied with his condition, at which point he can be discharged."
She blinked a lot as she looked at the doctor, mouth open, not catching what he was saying. Or, more specifically, she only heard the word "your husband."
Her cheeks went red when she was surprised by the doctor's quick move. He moved his index finger back and forth in front of her face, talking to her in a serious tone."The patient must refrain from moving or attempting to walk for a minimum of one week."
He raised his eyebrows at her strange expressions, which made it clear that she wasn't listening to him.
"Thank you, doctor!" she said, smiling, but biting her lower lip in embarrassment as the doctor left. She looked at the door where the victim had been trapped. She let out a long sigh, tightened her grip on the doorknob, opened it softly, and peeked out through the crevice to look for him.
She gave him a nervous smile when she saw him sitting on the white bed in his light hospital clothes, resting both the back of his head and his back on two huge pillows. The pillows were so soft that anyone would want to fall asleep.
He stared blankly at the opposite wall, so still and bored that he didn't notice the door that had suddenly opened.
"Hello, how are you?"
He looked over at the woman after she waved her arm at him.
His face instantly went from zero to ninety, going from calm to super angry, as he looked at her body, which slowly came towards him until she was standing right in front of him.
She couldn't say a word when the young guy interrupted her, hiding his face with his hands and speaking in a begging tone. "What do you want from me? Please leave me alone; just go away."
He took his hands off his face and looked at her when he heard her repeated apologies.
Everyone went quiet, and she lowered her head, staring at the floor, feeling like he was looking at her like an arrow went through her.
"Why don't you change your wet clothes? You'll catch a cold if you stay like this, idiot." He said, coldly, before turning away from her.
She raised her head again, staring at his face, surprised by his sudden kindness.
She smiled at his perfectly chiseled face, or at least that's what her mind thought.
"Are you still here? Aren't you leaving?" His hoarse voice burst her bubble, and she flinched as she remembered what she was planning to do. She handed him her phone, and he looked at it silently, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
She rubbed her neck and rolled her eyes around the room before speaking without looking him in the eye. "Take my phone and call your relatives."
He widened his eyes and put his hand on his chest, realizing the situation. In a sad tone, he hoped deep down that what he was thinking wasn't true.
"And where's my phone?"
"Your phone?"
Only the girl's look and uneasy smile answered his question.
"Don't say it." He rested his forehead against the bottom of his hand, feeling depressed about the situation and the state of his phone, which had sunk to the bottom of the lake.
He let out a loud scream, grabbing a pillow next to him and flinging it at the girl's face, causing her to scream with fear and flee from him.
"Damn it, I wish I'd never set foot in that ominous garden!"
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"Hey, Mom."
The man with the raven hair smiled as he walked into the huge house, which was decorated like a royal palace and had furniture fit for a king.
"Jack, baby, I missed you!" The woman said as she got up from her leather couch and hurried over to him, tapping her high heels on the marble floor.
The young guy greeted her with a warm hug, and the woman felt his hand softly stroking her head, followed by a light chuckle at her exaggerated actions. "What's up, Mom? I've only been away from home for one night, and you're already missing me?"
He smiled at her reaction as she pulled away from him, then held his face with her hands and replied. "Even if you're eighteen, you're still that kid I fell in love with when we first met at the orphanage."
She smiled gently as he kissed her on the forehead, then said quietly, staring into her charcoal eyes as he tucked a strand of her short hair behind her ear. "So, you're going to spank my ass after I tell you the decision I made last night."
"What? What decision?" She blinked a few times, confused, as he walked away from her and up the stairs to his bedroom.
"I'll fill you in over dinner."
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"So that's what happened."
Steven crossed his arms, gave a teasing smile, and lifted his eyebrows up and down, causing the other person to sigh wearily while staring at him in disgust.
"That girl seems nice and cute."
"No, she's not!"
The younger one giggled and pinched Taylor's cheeks so hard he screamed in pain and slapped his hands. "Get away from me, asshole!"
"You're cute when you're angry." Steven tried to irritate him by speaking in an amusing voice as he got out of bed and looked at his wristwatch, which now showed 11 a.m.
"Since you will stay the night here, I'll head home and bring you some new clothes. Do you prefer hospital food, or do you want me to bring you some too?"
Steven hurried to the door just as Taylor was about to throw a pillow at him. When he opened it, he was surprised to see a girl with long, straight hair wearing a short yellow dress with cute childlike patterns on it. He noticed a medium-sized box she was carrying and smiled faintly.
He put one arm against the doorframe and slipped his other hand into his black jeans pocket. "Hey, tiny mushroom, who are you?"
"Steven, with whom are you speaking?"
The girl flinched when Taylor tried to look outside, and she quickly reached out to shake hands with the young man in front of her. "You can call me Kate, but my name's Catherine."
Steven's expression stiffened as he looked at her outstretched arm for a moment, then realized the situation and shook her hand with a smile. "I'm Steven. You must be the same woman who sent my friend to the hospital."
"I'm sorry."
She let her hair fall over part of her face as she bent her head and gazed at the ground, pressing her fingers against the box she was carrying. She felt a warm breeze brush against her neck, and she heard his quiet voice close to her ear."Good, I'll be freed from his irritation for one day.Believe me, he's the most annoying person on the planet."
"Come in, Miss. I'd love to get to know you better, but I've got to go." He patted her on the shoulder before walking away.
She turned toward him, giving him the stink eye as he slowly walked out of her sight, muttering under her breath.
"Weirdo."
"Hello again." She walked toward him slowly, with a nervous smile on her face. This made the young man exhale in frustration, drop Steven's phone he was playing with on his lap, and turn his attention to the girl standing near his bed.
"What kind of glue are you?"
She passed him the plastic box and spoke quickly, without pausing to breathe. "I made you some doughnuts to say sorry. I hope you enjoy them."
He raised his eyebrows as he thought about the doughnuts' obviously tempting taste. But then he snapped back to reality when he realized he was drooling. He turned away from her and arrogantly crossed his arms.
"I'll take your gift because I don't want to embarrass you."
She smiled as she put the box on the table and reached out to shake his hand. "I take it you accept my apology, Mr.?"
She faltered at the end of her sentence, rubbing the back of her head shyly, and stayed silent, but as his hand touched hers, she soon returned the grin to her lips. "Taylor's my name."
"And my name is Catherine, but call me Kate. I like it better..."
"It's okay, Catherine. You don't have to tell me a story I'm not interested in hearing." He suddenly cut her off, taking his hand back. She felt bad for always getting herself into these awkward situations.
She wiped the imaginary dust from her clothes and waved goodbye. "So that's it; I guess I'll be going. Goodbye and good luck on your journey."
He smiled slightly, but this time it was real, and waved back. "She's cute."
"But stupid." He frowned a little.
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When the door opened suddenly, he jumped out of fright while he was trying to sleep. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her red face as she knelt to catch her breath.
"What's wrong with you? You just burst into the room like that. You scared me!"
He waited for her to explain, but she just took out a small card from her purse and gave it to him. "Please come to this place when you're free. I'd really appreciate it if you'd accept my invitation."
She smiled at him, waiting for him to accept, but her smile faded as he threw words at her face, causing her to lower her arm and stare sadly at the card she was playing with her fingers.
"Yeah, I'll get the wheelchair."
He laughed sarcastically and gave her a look, indicating a stern rejection of the invitation.
He blinked a few times when he noticed her teary eyes and shaky lips. He quickly took the card from her hand, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "It's okay; I'll think about it."
"You crying is the last thing I need right now." He muttered under his breath.
He held the card in front of his face, trying to read it. "What's the occasion for this invitation? I don't get it."
"It's a surprise."
"Oh, I wrote my phone number on the back of the card!" She smiled.
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