Christine White pretended she didn’t hear him getting angry and made a move to pull the car door, “Don’t you worry about what I’m doing down here, just get out of the car and follow me upstairs.”
Baird Lane didn’t move, one pair of dark eyes, just staring at her.
Christine White felt a little flustered inside at the look he gave her, but quickly, she shook her head and pushed the ominousness down, yelling at him, “Come on, get out of the car!”
Baird Lane didn’t stay still this time and obediently opened the door and got out.
Only due to the high fever, he had little strength, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, his tall body fell forward.
Seeing this, Christine White immediately stepped forward and caught him with her skinny body before he fell to the ground.
“Okay, put your arm around my shoulder and I’ll take you in.” Christine White reminded Baird Lane as she put his arm around her shoulder.
Baird Lane didn’t say anything, just did what he was told.
With that, Christine White racked the man, who outweighed her by dozens of pounds, step by step into the apartment building.
“Miss, you’re finally back.” When the property owner saw Christine White return with Baird Lane, she rushed forward to help and helped her take Baird Lane to her room.
“Thank you.” Christine White unloaded her weight and thanked the property from the bottom of her heart.
The property owner waved his hand, “You’re welcome, it’s only right to help the owner, I should take my leave.”
“Wait a minute.” Christine White called out to him.
The property stops.
Christine White requested, “Can you call a doctor for me? There’s supposed to be a doctor in the neighborhood, and if I call one myself, it’s sure to take a long time.”
“So that’s how it is, okay, I’ll help.” The property owner immediately agreed.
Christine White thanked again.
After the property owner left, she closed the door behind her and went back into her room.
Baird Lane had passed out from the fever, and Christine White touched his forehead, so hot that her hand shivered.
She didn’t care that she was still wet, and immediately went to the bathroom to find a set of Hugh Dong’s bathrobe for Baird Lane to change into, and then went to the refrigerator to get some ice cubes to hide in a towel, and put it on Baird Lane’s forehead, hoping to cool him down.
Only after doing so did she catch her last breath and went to the bathroom to take a brief shower and change into clean clothes.
At that moment, the doorbell rang again.
Christine White brushed her hair and went over to open the door, and outside stood the property owner from earlier, as well as a doctor in a white coat.
Christine White hurriedly invited the two men and then took the doctor to the room to see Baird Lane.
After a diagnosis, Christine White watched as the doctor gave Baird Lane another shot and an IV, her heart clenched and she was busy asking, “How is he?”
“The fever is severe, there’s a slight inflammation of the lungs, and there’s severe sleep deprivation and stress.” The doctor dropped the needle and returned.
Christine White’s heart fluttered as she listened, “So he’s okay?”
“You’ll be fine once the fever goes down, but you’ll need to rest for a while until the inflammation in your lungs is all healed before you can continue to work, or you’ll get another fever.” The doctor said.
Christine White breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m glad it’s okay, Doctor, please prescribe the medicine.”
The doctor nodded and headed towards the medical kit he had brought with him.
By the time the medication was prescribed and the doctor was sent off with the property, it was half an hour later.
Christine White closed the door and returned to the room, gently walking to the bed and stopping, reaching out once more to touch Baird Lane’s forehead.
After seeing that his forehead wasn’t as hot as before, and his face wasn’t as red as it was at the beginning, her lifted heart finally fell back into place.
“What a defeat.” Christine White muttered as she tucked Baird Lane in.
I don’t know what he’s doing here for nothing, but the way he is now, there’s no way he can leave anytime soon.
So Christine White fished her cell phone out of the dirty clothes Baird Lane had changed out of and called Gates over to tell Gates about the Baird Lane situation, lest it be bad if he couldn’t find Baird Lane for anything.
After the call, Christine White didn’t put the phone down, but instead called Aunt Lucy back with another one, telling Aunt Lucy that she couldn’t go back to Baird Lane tonight and was staying at her place.
She didn’t tell Aunt Lucy that Baird Lane stayed behind because he was sick, in order not to worry Aunt Lucy.
But Aunt Lucy obviously misunderstood and thought the two of them had made up, laughing her ass off on the other end of the phone.
In response, Christine White didn’t offer much of an explanation and cut the phone off after a couple of perfunctory responses.
Afterward, she put down her cell phone and went back to the hospital bed to check on Baird Lane’s IV, and as she watched, she fell asleep on the side of the bed.
When she woke up again, it was already dark outside, but the rain didn’t stop, it was still pattering.
Christine White yawned and went to the kitchen, ready to fix something to eat, and was halfway there when she heard a loud commotion from the living room, as if something had broken.
“What’s going on?”
She hurriedly dropped the spatula she was holding and ran out of the kitchen, going out to see Baird Lane standing in front of the coffee table, staring at the floor with a frown on his face.
Christine White followed his line of sight as well, and saw that a glass had shattered at his feet, and its contents had spilled out onto the floor, wetting the patch of carpet.
From this, it was clear that the sound of the commotion just now was from this cup when it broke.
“How did you hit the cup?” Christine White asked as she walked over to Baird Lane, checking his feet to see if he was hurt.
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and mumbled back, “There was no strength, and I dropped it without holding it steady.”
So it is!
Christine White scratched her hair, “Then why didn’t you call me?”
Baird Lane looked at her and didn’t say anything anymore.
Christine White sighed, “Hurt?”
“No.” Baird Lane whispered two words back.
Christine White breathed a light sigh of relief, “I’m glad I’m not hurt, why don’t you sit down and I’ll clean up the place.”
With that, she helped him sit down on the couch and then went to the kitchen to get a mop and broom to clean up the mess he had made.
When she finished, she re-poured a glass of water and placed it in his hand, “Drink.”
Baird Lane holds his cup and takes a slow sip.
The warm water flowed down his parched throat and into his stomach, giving his weakened body a little more strength and less weakness.
“When did you wake up?” Christine White asked as she saw the man finish his water and took the cup.
The man rubbed his brow and his voice was no longer so raspy, “Just woke up.”
“Now that you’re awake, let’s eat, and when you’re done I’ll have Assistant Gates come over and pick you up, this is someone else’s place after all, and it’s not good for you to stay here all the time.” Christine White said, about to go back to the kitchen.
Baird Lane took her hand, “Since you also said this is someone else’s place, why don’t you move?”
Christine White looked back at him, “I’ll move, but not now, right now I have to stay here.”
“Give me a reason!” Baird Lane tightened his intensity.
Christine White frowned, although she felt her hand being squeezed a little painfully by him, she didn’t shake him off, after all, it was a patient and she was too lazy to bother with a patient.
“You’ll know later, let’s not talk about that, let go, I still have porridge cooking in the pot, it should get mushy in a while.”
At that, Baird Lane pursed up his lips a little unpleasantly, not quite satisfied with her answer, but he finally let go of his hand.
Getting free, Christine White didn’t bother to think about what mood Baird Lane was in at the moment, striding back to the kitchen, and by the time she re-emerged with a bowl of porridge, the living room was deserted.
“Gone?” Christine White put the porridge down and looked around.