Chapter 995
Chapter 995:
The ambulance pulled up fast. Doctors and nurses rushed over and lifted Marcel onto a stretcher. Anika, hands still smeared with blood, climbed in after them without hesitation, determined not to leave his side.
In the ambulance, after the doctors and nurses provided Marcel with basic emergency treatment, Anika sat beside him, gripping his hand tightly as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her nerves were stretched to the breaking point, and she didn’t even have time to call Annabel. She couldn’t bear to imagine what she would do if Marcel died.
When they finally arrived at the hospital, Anika stayed close as they rushed him through the corridors, until she was stopped at the doors of the operating room. She paced back and forth, unable to sit still. After a while, a doctor came into the waiting area.
“Doctor, how is my friend? Is he in danger p>
The doctor looked at her, concern written all over his face. “His condition is unstable. He has extensive abrasions, and he’s in a deep coma. We found a contact number, and we need a family member to sign the consent forms for surgery as soon as possible p>
“Save him, Doctor! Please save him!” Anika panicked. She grabbed the doctor’s hand and pleaded again and again, only loosening her grip when he promised he would do his best. Helplessly, she stared at the closed operating room doors.
Annabel called again. It was her third attempt, and unease twisted in her chest as she dialed. This time, the call connected. A shaken, frightened voice came through the receiver.
“Annabel…” Anika sobbed.
“Anika! Why did it take you so long to answer?” Annabel had meant to ask how Anika was feeling and whether she’d talked things through with Marcel, but the sound of Anika’s voice made her heart drop. “Where are you? What’s wrong p>
Anika suddenly broke down, speaking between ragged breaths. “Annabel, Marcel… Marcel was in a car accident. He’s in the hospital now. I don’t know what to do p>
ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ.ᴄᴏᴍ
“What?” Annabel froze, shocked. She had a thousand questions, but Anika’s hysteria tore at her. Instinctively, she grabbed her things, already moving. “Don’t cry. Tell me which hospital you’re at. I’m coming right now p>
A moment later, Anika ended the call. She sank onto a chair in the hallway, crying silently with her head buried in her palm.
Marcel had to be okay.
It was quiet for a while, until Anika heard hurried footsteps pounding down the linoleum corridor. Suddenly, two middle-aged figures appeared. The woman resembled Marcel so closely that Anika immediately assumed she must be his mother.
“Doctor! Doctor, how is my son? Is he going to be okay? Please tell me you can save him!” Katie rushed up, tears threatening to spill as panic tightened her voice.
“You’re finally here.” The doctor took out the surgical consent form and handed it to Katie and Bowen. “Your son is seriously injured and needs surgery as soon as possible. We’re pressed for time, so please sign immediately p>
“Alright. We’ll sign it right now.” Bowen signed with trembling hands and quickly returned the papers. The couple then turned back to the doctor, pleading in unison. “Doctor, please! Please save our son. Please p>
Katie stared at the locked operating room doors as the light above them glowed red. A sharp ache spread through her chest. She couldn’t imagine life without their pride and joy. The thought alone felt like a disaster.