Melanie presented a small bowl of soup to Tiffany, cooing, “Hey, hey! It’s okay, we know what happened. You must be scared out of your wits, aren’t you? Here, let the warmth sooth you.”
A little while later, Jackson’s senses gradually returned. Seeing him opening his eyes, Tiffany loomed and threw herself onto him with a gleeful hug. “I-I can’t believe it! I thought you were gonna die! You frickin’ scared me!”
Jackson’s eyes popped wide open as traces of bloodshot redness surfaced to his cheeks. Arianne, noticing his uncanny look, quickly pulled Tiffany away from him. “Let him go, girl! He’s still weak from his surgery and everything, what you’re doing can really hurt!”
Jackson exhaled a long breath after he was freed from Tiffany’s clutches. “I... I swear to God, you’re gonna kill me by accident one day, bae... Go and see if my wound’s torn open!”
Melanie swiftly pulled his sheet away and examined him. “You’re fine, Jackson. All’s good, no worries. It probably only hurts a bit more now because the anesthetics are wearing off,” she answered. “Tiffany didn’t mean to crush you, she was just too happy to see you awake. But um, aren’t you very handy with martial arts? That’s what I heard, anyway. Couldn’t you have beaten Seaton one-on-one? You kinda went down a little too easily for a guy who knows how to fight.”
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