Of course, he didn’t dare to say this in front of Enrico.
Enrico looked at him sullenly, and then looked down, only to see that Paige’s face looked much cleaner and less scary after the blood was cleaned off.
She leaned back in her chair and cocked her head, her eyelids slowly dropping downward in sleepiness.
He suddenly remembered that the first time he’d watched her drunk, he’d also been so drunk that she’d slept on the soccer field, so confused that she didn’t even recognize anyone, and he’d carried her back to her room and she’d gone straight to sleep.
With that thought in mind, Enrico pushed Dr. Clinton out of the way and carried Paige out of the car in a cross body.
The white gown she was wearing was stained with blood, coloring the delicate embroidery and making it look very harsh.
Enrico wrinkled his brow as Paige, eyes slightly downcast, tilted her head and collapsed onto his shoulder, letting him hold her without any resistance.
Nick, Carrie all tried to follow.
“Except for Dr. Clinton, the rest of you play by yourself.”
Enrico snapped coldly, striding away with Paige in his arms.
The crowd all stopped where they were, looking from side to side, it had been a thrilling night.
…
It was an hour later when Jaden brought in the instruments, and Paige spent the entire time in a sleeping position as she underwent the tests.
Soft light fell on the side room.
Enrico had changed Paige into a set of soft, comfortable pajamas and pants, carried her to the couch, covered her with a thin blanket, and reached out to stroke her face twice.
Paige was sound asleep and breathing steadily.
Dr. Clinton stood by and watched as the test reports were printed out, then turned and raised them toward Enrico.
Seeing this, Enrico got up and squinted his cold eyes outward, signaling to go outside and talk.
Dr. Clinton nodded and followed him out of the side room, turning over the report in his hand, “Mr. Gustin, Miss is just a very mild concussion, no other problems with her head, as for the bump in front of her body, there is no injury to the bones or internal organs, it’s just that after tonight, the bruises may slowly show up, there’s no need to be nervous about that. ”
Enrico took the inspection report and scrutinized it.
Thirsty.
So thirsty …
Paige lay on the couch and pursed her lips, her mouth was so dry that she slowly opened her eyes, the room in front of her was spinning, spinning her hard.
She closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them, this time the world wasn’t spinning, but everything was blurry as hell and there were halos of light everywhere.
Her eyes quickly settled on a cup on the counter not far away.
There was water …
Paige struggled to sit up with one hand on the couch and stepped forward on the floor with her bare feet, staggering over to the counter and picking up the cup only to realize it was empty.
This made her feel even more thirsty.
She raised her eyes to see a bottle of liquid standing still in the immaculately polished glass doors in front of her, catching her eye.
Black tea.
No water, black tea would do.
Paige smiled, pushed open the glass door and took a bottle from the inside, reaching for the cork, but couldn’t get it out.
His throat was so dry that it seemed to be on fire.
Why did a bottle of black tea have to be sealed so tight, yuck.
Paige was so annoyed that she lowered her eyes and saw a crystal glass bottle next to her, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with a thin neck and a large rounded bottom, with a red liquid flowing inside.
The mouth of this bottle of black tea was finally unsealed.
Paige took one look at it, picked it up and poured it into her mouth, it was quite sweet, just not much tea flavor.
Holding a stack of inspection reports, Enrico finally let go of his heart as soon as he stepped into the side hall, he saw that in front of the wine cabinet, Paige was tilting her head back, holding a wine bottle and drinking heavily, her steps wobbling.
“Hey.”
Enrico dropped the report he was holding and rushed over to snatch the decanter from her hand.
It was fine.
There were just two or three drops left in the jug.
Paige stood and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, burping in the process.
“You drank it all?”
Enrico looked at her incredulously; this night, it had been champagne and spirits and now wine.
He’d promised medication and she was still like this?
“Uh-huh.” Paige nodded with a good natured nod, then pointed to the sober jug in his hand and said with some grumbling “It doesn’t taste like tea, it’s just a drink, and it’s bitter in its sweetness.”
It was good at first, and as he drank it, it became less so.
“It’s wine.”
Enrico looked at her flushed face and understood that she was drunk, he wrinkled his eyebrows and suddenly turned back to glare at Dr. Clinton who was ready to quietly withdraw from the doorway, “How dare you leave? Get over here!”
Upon hearing this, Dr. Clinton’s legs went weak.
During the time he just waited for the report, he looked at so many good wines in the wine cabinet and couldn’t help but want to taste them, and with Mr. Gustin’s acquiescence, he woke up a bottle of red wine.
This who thought it would all go into Paige’s stomach before he even drank it.
“Mr. Gustin, I’ll roll over and make a cup of hangover tea for the lady.” Dr. Clinton dared not go over there and immediately ran off with his words.
“…”
Enrico glared at the instantly empty doorway, anger leaping through his body at once.
Paige staggered where she stood, and he hastily reached out to help her, asking worriedly, “How are you doing?”
“…”
Paige looks down at his hand holding her arm, her gaze dims, and then back up at him, looking cold and resistant as she breaks away from his hand.
Enrico pulled out the spray, “I’m already on the medication, it says to keep it with you, one bottle for three days, I already know that.”
With that, he inhaled twice more in front of her.
Paige looked at him, the coldness in her eyes fading before she nodded her head, indicating that she knew.
“Come on, let’s get you back to bed.” Enrico took her into his arms and half carried her forward.
Paige’s feet weren’t quite listening to her, and she stumbled with her steps, stopping when she reached the door.
“What’s wrong?” Enrico looked down at her, but saw that one of her eyes was red.
“What about Gabriel?” She mumbled the question, turning her eyes to him, sad as if she was about to cry, “He’s out of medicine.”
The voice was hoarse.
Looking at her with a confused and difficult look, Enrico was heartbroken and helpless, “You finally thought of that?”
Didn’t you have fun these past few days?
“I need to find Gabriel,” Paige said.
“He’s asleep, look for him tomorrow.” Enrico said and made to help her out.
Paige broke away without thinking, “No, I want Gabriel, I want to talk to him.”
“What can you say to him, a three year old, that he’ll understand if you do?” Enrico frowned.
“I’m going to say it.” Paige was insistent.
Enrico reached for her and Paige immediately ducked away, one eye looking at him in annoyance as if she were looking at an enemy who was preventing her from seeing her son.
“Fine, fine, see, let you see.” Enrico compromised.
…
The quiet room was dark with the sound of even breathing coming from it.
Suddenly, the bedside lamp is held down and a dim, soft light falls across the room as Olivia silently steps aside.
On the large bed, Gabriel sleeps soundly with his hands behind his head.
The covers were gradually being pulled away from him, only to see tiny pajamas lifting to his chest, revealing his white tummy, and his pants legs rolled up to the base of his thighs.