The doctor was confident. “Yes, I’m sure of it. It’s not necessarily true that heavy bleeding connotes serious wounds. At worst, her fall might accidentally trigger a n older leg injury, and since it’s connected to some of her leg ligaments, it elicited a sudden jolt of pain that could, understandably, cause her to faint in agony. Either way, when the IV drip finishes, she will be ready to go home. Right now, she’s already awake.”
Mark nodded and walked inside the emergency room. Shelly was lying on the bed, her complexion ashen. The usual cherry tint in her lips was now pale and bloodless. Fluid from an IV bag hanging above her head dripped slowly through the line and into her body, chilled by the nipping, wintry air, the fluid often left the patient’s arm feeling torturously numb.
Mark reached out and held the arm that was being fed the IV drip. Just as he thought, her arm was frigid to his touch.
“Why? I texted you. I told you I wasn’t coming.”
Shelly flashed him a pallid smile. “I’m sorry, dear. I’d been busying myself preparing food since the early morning that I missed your message. By the time I came around to reading it... lunch was already set. You only told me that you weren’t coming before noon, so I thought, I held out hope, that you’d change your mind, and I wouldn’t want you and Smore to come when there’s no food on the table. But after waiting and waiting and my cooking turning cold, I knew you were not coming anymore. I began to clear the table, but I... I’m so clumsy and useless that I tripped and fell,” she recounted. “When you answered my call... you were in a mall, weren’t you? You and Arianne must have been shopping at that time. Oh, Mark, would she be mad that I’ve borrowed you at this time?”
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