Jasmine panicked, scared, her fingers trembling as she opened her phone and dialed the ergency number.
With her big belly, she went to the bathroom to grab a towel, soaked it with cold water, and placed it on his forehead.
At this mont, his forehead was scorching, burning fiercely.
"Sylvan Cheney, wake up, don’t have any more accidents. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for good news about you being okay? Sylvan, didn’t you just promise to go see the fireflies with today? You can’t break your word again..."
"You swear at , and I didn’t say anything. Just don’t scare , okay."
Jasmine’s fingers trembled as she wiped his cheeks.
Jasmine was terribly frightened, her face pale, not much better off than Sylvan.
She lowered her head and slled the faint scent of shower gel on him, mixed with the scent of cigarettes and alcohol.
His apartnt was quite large but very cold and cheerless. There was no kitchen, indicating he would not eat at ho.
There were no female products in his apartnt, so he probably hadn’t moved in with Erin Janus... but who knows, maybe this was just one of his residences.
Sylvan’s face was pale, and his breathing was unsteady.
Jasmine was so scared she almost collapsed onto him, lowering her head to carefully tend to him, quietly waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
She fastened Sylvan’s robe, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"You refused to drink the sober tea, insisting on being stubborn with ." Jasmine stayed beside him, "You called unscrupulous right to my face, did I even refute? Did I get angry? You’re a man, I don’t know why you’re so petty."
Her fingers touched the scar on his waist, left by a bullet.
Past mories surfaced one by one, she clearly rembered the situation of him holding her underwater.
Although she was quite muddled then, she rembered that scene very clearly.
Jasmine stood up again and looked through his wardrobe.
The wardrobe’s color sche was mainly black, white, and gray, simple and understated.
Jasmine worried he’d catch cold and selected a black suit jacket to drape over him.
By this ti, the night was already very deep.
The ambulance arrived very quickly.
The dical staff took Sylvan to the hospital, and Jasmine followed along.
She arranged a room for Sylvan, then busily registered, picked up the dicine, and once she was done, she sat outside the ergency room waiting for the doctor to co out.
The hospital was very quiet in the early morning, hardly any people moving in the corridors, with no footsteps to be heard.
Jasmine rested her chin on her hand while waiting for him, her eyelids heavy, wanting to sleep.
Her head nodded once, and she took a little nap.
Everything that had happened earlier that morning was replaying in her mind, and every ti she thought of the things he said and did, she couldn’t help but want to call him a "bastard."
All around, it was silent.
To shake off her sleepiness, she moved her feet and touched her belly, talking to the baby.
"Don’t be afraid, Daddy’s going to be okay."
In the past, Jasmine was most afraid of going to the hospital, especially at night.
But now, she didn’t feel much of anything.
Ti ticked by, second by second.
Outside the window, the night remained heavy, like a curtain over the sky, draping over high rises.
After a while, the doctor ca out.
"Are you the patient’s family mber?"
"I... Is there anything wrong?" Jasmine’s heart nervously skipped a beat, fearing there would be bad news.
His current lifestyle and sleep schedule made it easy for his body to collapse.
"There’s no major issue, mainly just minor ailnts. He drank too much today, and there’s so bleeding in his stomach."
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