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Chapter 305
Chapter 305:
June shook her head rapidly, her eyes completely red.
“No,” she whispered, her voice unsteady. “I am fine. You are bleeding p>
Down the hallway, the sound of heavy footsteps and urgent voices erupted. A team of nurses and a doctor came sprinting around the corner, pushing a crash cart in response to the blaring alarms.
Alycia looked at the approaching medical team. She looked at the blood on the floor.
She turned and ran, her heels clicking frantically against the marble as she fled the corridor like a terrified rat.
𝖳h𝘰u𝘀𝗮n𝗱𝘴 𝗼𝘧 rea𝖽𝘦𝘳s 𝗼𝗇 ѕ.с𝗈𝗆
June wrapped her arm around Crawford’s waist, taking on his weight, and carefully guided him back toward the hospital bed.
Cole stood motionless in the dark alcove.
His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow jerks.
He had just watched Crawford willingly tear the needle from his own flesh simply to stop a shard of glass from reaching June.
The last remaining pillar of Cole’s pride collapsed completely.
He finally understood the terrifying reality of what stood before him.
Crawford’s feelings for June were not a corporate calculation. They were not a temporary obsession.
It was a deep, violent, absolute love. The kind of love that did not pause to consider the cost. The kind that simply bled.
Cole leaned his back against the cold wall and closed his eyes, and the darkness swallowed him whole.
The intensive care unit erupted into a storm of medical personnel.
Three nurses surrounded Crawford’s bed. The piercing alarms fell silent as a technician rapidly reattached the electrode pads to Crawford’s chest. Another nurse pressed a thick, fresh layer of white gauze firmly around Crawford’s forearm, bearing down to stop the bleeding from the torn vein.
The head nurse stood at the foot of the bed, her face flushed with professional fury.
“Mr. Love, you have multiple fractured ribs and a severe concussion,” she stated, her voice sharp and uncompromising. “If you make another sudden, violent movement like that, you could puncture your own lung. You will literally kill yourself p>
Crawford leaned heavily against the elevated pillows. His face had turned a terrifying shade of gray, and sweat beaded across his forehead, but his expression remained completely indifferent to the warning.
June stood directly beside the bed. Her face was pale, her eyes fixed on the fresh blood already soaking through the first layer of Crawford’s new bandage.
“I am so sorry,” June said to the head nurse, her voice tight with guilt. “It will not happen again p>
The head nurse sighed and adjusted the flow rate on the new IV bag. “Make sure he stays completely flat,” she ordered, then led her team out of the room.
The heavy glass door clicked shut behind them.
A suffocating silence descended. The only sound was the steady, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor.
June looked down at her own hands. There was a smear of Crawford’s blood on her thumb. She reached for a medical wipe from the bedside table and scrubbed her skin.