“Pretty much the same as the last time I checked.” Christine White waved the checklist in her hand.
“Let’s see.” Ives Norton held out his hand.
Christine White handed him the list with alacrity.
Ives Norton’s brows knit tightly as he read it, “Looks like the last bone marrow donation made you hurt your roots, this child is still at high risk.”
“I know, just pay more attention.” Christine White smiled.
For that matter, she still looked away.
“Come on, let’s go find Baird,” Ives Norton said as he handed her back the sheet.
Christine White hmmm’d and followed him toward the hospital wing.
Arriving outside the door of Molly Bort’s hospital room, Christine White caught a glimpse of Baird Lane leaning against the door smoking from a distance.
He rarely smoked, and usually only had a cigarette when something was bothering him.
So he’s smoking now, is something bothering him?
“Baird,” Christine White called out to Baird Lane, holding her nose.
Baird Lane looked over to her, saw her covering her nose, and immediately realized what was going on and stubbed out his cigarette.
“Finished checking?” He asked, and as for Ives Norton beside her, he pretended not to see him.
Ives Norton didn’t care, shrugging his shoulders and stepping aside.
“What are you doing here after the inspection, not going in to see Miss Molly Bort?” Christine White asked curiously.
Baird Lane took the sheet in her hand and looked at it, “Molly’s not awake yet.”
“So.” Christine White nodded and didn’t say anything.
Ives Norton coughed lightly twice to make his presence known, “It’s just as well she’s not awake, I’ll go in and take a look at her wounds.”
With that, he just wrenched open the door to the hospital room and went in.
Baird Lane pursed his lips and followed suit.
Christine White saw them all go in, and not being able to stay out there alone, she followed along.
She was also a little curious as to what was going on with Molly Bort right now.
“Mr. Lane, Dr. Norton.” The caretaker inside saw the three men enter and greeted them in turn.
Baird Lane waved his hand, “Go ahead and get out.”
“Okay.” The caretaker answered and gently left the hospital room.
Ives Norton pulled a pair of medical gloves from the pocket of his white coat and put them on before heading over to Molly Bort in the hospital bed, then grabbing her left wrist to take a closer look at the wound.
Christine White took the opportunity to poke her head out from behind Baird Lane to also see how badly Molly Bort’s wounds were hurting.
The result was just a glance, and Baird Lane sensed it.
He narrowed his eyes at first, then held her head down, holding her back behind him, forbidding her to look.
Christine White, helpless and afraid to defy him, only beamed and dismissed the idea.
“How’s Molly’s wound?” Baird Lane asked as he saw Ives Norton put Molly Bort’s hand under the covers.
Ives Norton took off his gloves and took out his chart book and pen from the other pocket of his white coat, scribbling on it while answering him without looking up, “She’s got a good wound, it wasn’t that deep in the first place, just take your time to recover.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded slightly.
Christine White blinked, a little confused as to what he meant by this hmmm.
Is it reassuring or not?
Either way, though, it wasn’t what she cared about most; what she cared about most was Ives Norton’s comment that the wound wasn’t too deep.
Can a person who commits suicide not have deep wounds? Since the wounds are not deep, it is enough to show that Molly Bort did not commit suicide in good faith, but played a bitter trick.
Thinking about it, Christine White couldn’t help but give a shout out to Molly Bort’s heart.
Even if you’re playing a bitter game, you still have to be admired for taking a stab at yourself.
For someone who’s so hard on herself, it’s no wonder she can’t win.
“Baird, I’ll go back first.” Christine White tugged on Baird Lane’s sleeve.
Baird Lane looked back at her, “You go back, Gates is in the parking lot, go find him in the parking lot and ask him to take you back.”
“Good.” Christine White nodded and left the hospital room.
After she left, Ives Norton came to Baird Lane, “I heard it all from her, are you sure you don’t want her bone marrow to save Molly Bort?”
“The baby in her belly must be saved.” Baird Lane pulled over a chair and sat down.
Ives Norton stood leaning against the window, “That’s true, but did you really decide that because of the child? Not even a little bit because of her as a person?”
Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled, “No.”
“Heh, yeah.” Ives Norton spoke back.
Baird Lane narrowed his phoenix eyes, a little less than pleased with his tone, and was about to say something when the woman in the hospital bed suddenly grunted, showing signs of waking up.
Ives Norton heard Molly Bort’s voice and didn’t react, only casting a faint glance, “She’s waking up then.”
“I know, go out, I have something I want to say to her alone.” Baird Lane looked at Molly Bort and gave orders to Ives Norton.
Ives Norton shrugged, “Fine, I’ll meet you outside, I have some things I want to say to you too.”
Baird Lane nodded.
Ives Norton stretches out of the hospital room and closes the door behind him as well.
Baird Lane and Molly Bort were the only ones left in the hospital room.
Molly Bort opened her eyes and saw the man at the hospital bedside, “Baird?”
She cried out with some surprise.
Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed, “Awake.”
“Well, what brings you here.” Molly Bort smiled weakly.
Baird Lane dropped his eyes and said in a faint voice, “Came by to check on you, is the wound still hurting?”
“It doesn’t hurt when you’re around.” Molly Bort said weakly.
Baird Lane hesitated, “Molly, I came here today to tell you something.”
“Yes?” Molly Bort looked at him.
Baird Lane rubbed his thumb, “I changed my mind about Christine White donating bone marrow.”
Molly Bort was still smiling when she heard him say that and her smile slowly solidified, “You’re not going to let her donate are you.”
“You know?” Baird Lane was slightly surprised.
Molly Bort’s hand hidden under the covers clenched, “Yeah, my dad called me last night, he said you don’t want Christine White to donate bone marrow to me anymore, Baird, you want to give up on me don’t you?”
“I don’t mean to give up on you, I just don’t want Christine White to donate anymore, she’s not physically fit to donate bone marrow anymore.” Baird Lane soothed.
Molly Bort shook her head, “I don’t believe it, she’s obviously so healthy, you can’t let her go can you?”
“Why would you think that.” Baird Lane wrinkled his nose.
Molly Bort bites up her lower lip, “Because of your attitude, you clearly weren’t like this before, and now that my surgery is just a few days away and you suddenly change your mind, it’s hard for me not to think of it that way, Baird, what am I going to do if she doesn’t donate her bone marrow? Do you want to see me die?”
“You’re not going to die, and Uncle Bort should have told you that I’d let you use the other marrow words first.”
“Dad he did, but Baird, have you thought about the fact that the other bone marrow is not a match for me at all, and in the event of an accident, I would probably still die.” Molly Bort became a little more emotional and braced herself to sit up.
Baird Lane held her back again, “No it won’t, I’ll have Ives Norton keep an eye on you and I’ll be sure to find the right bone marrow.”
“You’ve said this many times before, but have you found it?” Molly Bort had tears in her eyes.
Baird Lane was silent.
When Molly Bort saw him like this, she cursed in her heart that he was really useless, but on her face, she had a hurt expression, “Baird, are you really not going to let Christine White donate her bone marrow?”
“Her body can’t donate anymore.” Baird Lane returned.
Molly Bort turned her face away from the window and said with some self-loathing, “I know, Baird you go back and leave me alone”
“Good, then get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Baird Lane got up and headed for the door.
Molly Bort, however, snapped at that moment, “Baird, I hope you won’t regret today afterward.”
“What do you mean?” Baird Lane lurched to a halt.