Crossroads

Stephanie sat on the metal chair in the hospital, closing her eyes. It seemed like she was sleeping, but in fact, she couldn't fall asleep.

She was now on the seventh floor, which was entirely dedicated to the cardiovascular department, and in front of her was the isolated intensive care area. Gary was inside, his life uncertain.

Stephanie blinked and adjusted her sitting position. In the long night, she planned to sit like this, dozing off She didn't understand whether it was because she was too worried about Gary's illness to sleep or because she knew Dominick was in this hospital.

On the cold January night, at one o'clock in the morning, it was bone-chilling.

The hospital corridor had no heating, and Stephanie wrapped herself tightly in her light pink wool cost, her fingers turning red from the cold Diana was in the ward on the fifth floor, accompanying Samantha. At nine in the evening, Vincent had someone send over food. Samantha and Diana ate some. Stephanie had no appetite and couldn't eat.

Everyone was well aware that Gary's cerebral hemorrhage was severe, and they were all anxious, but they also understood that the only thing they could do now was to wait.

The glass windows of the corridor were tightly closed, but Stephanie still felt a cold wind occasionally blowing through, mixed with the smell of disinfectant and a hint of blood She hated hospitals, or rather, she was afraid of them The more she thought about it, the more tense Stephanie became, and her face turned pale.

Suddenly, she heard a crisp sound, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor, but there was only one sound. Then the sound disappeared, hidden Stephanie immediately turned her head and looked towards her left, but she stared for a long time and didn't see anyone passing by. She thought she might have heard wrong, but it felt like there was a scorching gaze coming from that direction, making her very uncomfortable The nurse's station wasn't far from her, and occasionally, the voices of a few nurses chatting could be heard, so Stephanie withdrew her gaze and didn't think much of it.

She crossed her arms, bowed her head, closed her eyes, and pretended to rest.

Before she knew it, Stephanie fell asleep However, she was still sensitive. When someone approached her, she immediately tensed up and opened her eyes. "What are you doing?"

A white bedsheet was handed to her. "Miss, it's easy to catch a cold sleeping here like this" It was a nurse

"We have shifts watching over your father. Sitting here waiting won't help. You might as well take advantage of this time to get some sleep. You'll be busy during the day. There are some empty beds on this floor. Ell arrange one for you, and you can sleep here temporarily for the night"

Stephanie held the white bedsheet in her hands, looking at her somewhat dazedly.

She wondered, Are there really too many beds, or is this nurse just very considerate, or is there another reason....

"No need, but thank you." Stephanie thanked her but still intended to spend the night on this chair.

The nurse smiled at her and didn't insist, returning to the nurse's station to work.

It was a long, cold night. Stephanie wrapped herself in the white bedsheet, half asleep and half awake, but she always felt like there was someone beside her the whole ume.

At six in the morning, the hospital started to bustle, and around eight, the doctors began their rounds.

Stephanie had developed the habit of waking up early while living in the Wellington family, so she was in fairly good spirits when she woke up. She folded the white bedsheet neatly and returned it to the nurse, then looked around. She was sure no one had been with her last night. b must have been a figment of her imagination.

As several doctors entered Gary's intensive care unit to examine him, Diana and Samantha also rushed up, anxiously waiting outside the door.

After a while, the dour of the ward opened, and the bald doctor leading the group came out, looking less stern.

"Mr. Reed has regimed consciousness, and the cerebral hemorrhage is under control. His temperature, blood pressure, and heartbeat are all nominal. This afternam, you may visit the patient in very small groups, but please keep quiet.

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Hearing this, everyone felt much more at Lease Samantha kept thanking the doctors. Thank you so much." Diana's eyes were also teary as she repeatedly expressed her gratitude.

Stephanie didn't join in with these polite words but stretched her neck to peer into the ward.

The doctor turned to Stephanie specifically and said, "Ms. Reed, your father will definitely need a relatively long period of rehabilitation after he wakes up, please be prepared."

Gary had too much bleeding in his right brain, which would certainly affect his left limbs. Whether his intelligence and language functions were affected could not be determined for now, but his life was saved.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"As long as he can live... Samantha wiped her tears while murmuring her thanks.

longer Diana didn't expect miracles. She knew that it was already very rare for Gary to survive. As for how much his body could recover, it was no lon their main concern. As long as he was alive, it was enough.

Stephanie, however, was unusually silent.

In the afternoon, Diana helped Samantha enter the ward first to visit the unconscious. Gary. Since the doctor had advised that no more than two people should enter at a time, Stephanie quietly stood outside.

Actually, she was a bit afraid to go in.

Samantha and Diana, worried that staying too long in the ward might affect Gary's condition, soon Came ve out. Samantha, with a face full of excitement, said, "Just now, when I was talking to Gary, his fingers moved."

Seeing that Samantha finally had some spirit, Stephanie forced a smile.

"Grandma, why don't you and Diana go to the cafeteria to eat something? I'll find you later.

Everyone had been on edge all day, tired and hungry.

Stephanie watched Diana and Samantha slowly enter the elevator. The moment the elevator doors closed, she shuddered.

Her hand gripped the door handle of the ward, her heart heavy.

Gary lay flat on the hospital bed, both hands connected to infusion tubes, his face haggard and weak, still unconscious.

Stephanie walked lightly to the bedside and quietly looked at Gary's face, which had aged with time.

She couldn't describe the emotions surging within her, only feeling a lump in her throat, as if she didn't even dare to breathe too hard. Tears slid down her cheeks.

With her slender and delicate fingers, she gently touched Gary's rough palm Stephanie held back her sobs, but large drops of crystal-clear tears fell heavily onto the white bedsheet.

"Dad, I should have listened to you. I'll listen to you from now on. You told me not to argue with Courtney and Clair, and I won't anymore. I'll always listen. Dad, I'm sorry."