As soon as Dorothy pushed open the door to the ICU, Everett's frail voice reached her ears.
"I need to see... Dorothy..." "I'm here! Everett, I'm here," she quickly propelled her wheelchair forward, racing to his bedside.
Everett struggled to turn his face toward her, and it was only upon seeing Dorothy that he seemed to truly relax, the tension in his brow dissolving into relief.
He tried to reach out to touch Dorothy, but the tubes tethered to his hand prevented him. Dorothy pushed herself up from the wheelchair with effort, managing to grasp his hand with a smile. "Don’t you worry! We've got all the time in the world, and I'll be right here with you!" Everett's gaze lingered on the bruise marring her cheek. "My parents..." "Your parents agreed to let me care for you. How else do you think I got in here?" Though Everett was confused, the presence of Dorothy by his side was all he needed at the moment.
Soon after, Everett's parents arrived.
Amanda clutched her son's hand, weeping openly. "Everett, it's all my fault... I never imagined Heather would do something so rash! If anything had happened to you, I won't be able to live on!" "The patient needs quiet. Please keep it down," the doctor reminded her gently.
Jonathan, worried his wife might faint again, arranged for someone to take her back home.
"When can he be free of all these monitors?" he asked the doctor.
"In a few days, but he can be moved out of ICU and into a regular room," the female doctor replied, her eyes flicking to Dorothy with a suppressed smile. "With his ‘guardian angel’ by his side, Mr. Lopez should recover quite quickly.” Jonathan's brows furrowed, not wanting to admit it but unable to deny Dorothy's importance to his son. "That's great news, Everett, I'm going to check on your mother.” Karen, watching the tender dependency between Dorothy and Everett, felt her eyes well up with emotion. If only she could experience such a passionate love, it would be worth any price! "What are you crying for?" Jeffrey glanced at her, deliberately keeping his distance as if Karen carried some contagion.
He was truly wary of this woman.
"Is it any of your business?" Karen shot back, about to remind Dorothy not to stay in her current half-sitting position in the wheelchair, as it wasn't good for her recent leg surgery.
Jeffrey, seeing this, quickly stepped in and pulled her back, "Where do you think you're going?" "Dorothy's just had surgery on her leg; she can't stay like that!" "Can't you see they're in their own world right now? Don't interrupt. Come with me." "Hey!" Karen was dragged out of the ICU by Jeffrey, not stopping until they reached the hospital's ground floor.
"Do you have to be so handsy when you talk?" Karen glared at him fiercely. "Just looking at you reminds me of Heather's face.
You are both bad people!" Jeffrey was at a loss for words, itching with frustration, "Can you not mention Heather when I'm around?" The Turner family was still uncovering the truth behind his car accident, but Jeffrey already had a hunch. That's why he didn't object to Karen's careless question earlier.
"Oh, touched a nerve, have 1?" "I just wanted you not to disturb them. Everett's just woken up; they need some privacy. You always drag in useless chatter!" Jeffrey's headache intensified.
In stark contrast to Karen's volatile demeanor, Dorothy indeed seemed like the picture of normalcy.
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