He was startled, his thoughts sinking into chaos.
Standing dazed.
Forgetting what he was supposed to do.
Mason Nightshade held this posture, not knowing how long he stood there.
Long enough for the ergency room door to open, and the doctor to co out.
Mason Nightshade's mind was hazy, he stared blankly at the doctor, his gaze unfocused.
As urgent as it was when she was brought in, now there is excessive calm.
However, the fingers he was tightly clenching betrayed his heart, not as calm as it appeared.
"Sigh." The doctor let out a sigh.
The calr the family mber, the more dangerous the situation, and a slight mistake can cause an explosion.
Mason Nightshade's nerves suddenly tightened, his eyes dark as a hawk, staring intently at the doctor, "How... is she?"
Five words, yet almost draining all his strength.
The doctor opened his mouth, just about to speak.
Mason Nightshade abruptly interrupted him, "I don't want to hear that she's in critical condition, brought in too late, or that the resuscitation was untily. If she's in danger, you won't live either."
Mason Nightshade knew he was venting his anger.
But, he couldn't help it.
He really couldn't bear her disappearing from his world once again, disappearing completely, where he could no longer find or touch her.
Just thinking about that possibility made Mason Nightshade's entire chest ache faintly.
The air he inhaled felt like it contained needles.
The doctor was frightened, his face turned white, but he remained professionally calm:
"Rest assured, the patient is not in life-threatening condition, the knife didn't go in very deep, and she was brought in on ti. With so good rest, she'll recover."
Mason Nightshade nearly thought he was dreaming.
Under imnse sorrow and the stroke of fortune, he was in a daze for a long ti before finally exhaling a breath.
He leaned his back against the wall, taking a few deep breaths.
His trembling fingers alternately unclenched and clenched tightly again.
"The patient has been transferred to the VIP ward, um... Mr. Nightshade, is there anything else you need?" The doctor was still a bit intimidated by the man in front of him.
Mason Nightshade straightened up, returning to his proud, distant self, "Which ward?"
Mason Nightshade was genuinely scared today, he even forgot he had a dedicated VIP ward here.
It was booked last ti when Aurelia Shaw injured her leg.
He was superstitious enough to wonder if it was because he left a ward in the hospital that she got injured and brought in again?
Of course, he knew this was nonsense.
Today... he was indeed a bit out of control from the fright.
He pushed open the ward door and walked in.
Mason Nightshade looked at Aurelia Shaw on the hospital bed, her face was pale and sickly, quiet like a sleeping child.
The rise and fall of her chest and the drips from the IV were proof she was still alive, still where he could see her.
Mason Nightshade rested his forehead against hers, his deep eyes fixed tightly on her.
He sighed lightly: "You're okay, that's good, as long as you're okay, everything's good."
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Aurelia Shaw opened her eyes.
Her mory still stayed on being stabbed.
Looking at the snow-white ceiling, her gaze was a bit distracted, but the scene felt familiar.
She was in a hospital.
It seed soone had brought her here.
The warmth on the back of her hand caught her attention as she looked down and saw a long, wide-boned hand holding hers.
His head rested on his arm, his handso face showing signs of fatigue.
Aurelia Shaw was startled and wanted to withdraw her hand.
But Mason Nightshade suddenly opened his eyes, the dark pupils reflecting her face.
Aurelia Shaw didn't expect to wake him up, she was surprised too.
There was a mont of daze in Mason Nightshade's eyes, but he quickly regained clarity, looking at her with joy in his eyes.
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