139 Unconscious For Three Days
Selma Payne’s POV:
“Actually, I’m a little scared.” I sobbed and mumbled softly.
“Why is fate so unfair to ? Why am I the one who has to suffer all this?”
Aldrich sighed softly and gently stroked my back.
“Everything will be fine,” he said as I sharply sensed a trace of trembling and confusion.
“It’ll all be fine... I promise.”
The road ahead was long, and no one knew whether tomorrow or an accident would co first.
The only thing we could do was to do our best and pray for a good result.
I silently vented in Aldrich’s tolerance, showing the fear of sorcerers, demons, mutation, and death to the air.
The sky was bright.
The door to the dical room opened.
Master Hayley was the first to walk out. I imdiately asked nervously, “How did it go? Did you succeed?”
Master Hayley said with a strange look on her face, “I can only say that it was successful for the most part. However, the remaining portion has not shown any ominous signs at all. I have never seen such a situation before. I have never seen such an example in any ancient books.”
“What?” My ntal defenses were gradually collapsing. “What does this an? Did the engraving fail? What about Dorothy? How is she?”
Another werewolf grandmaster, Kevin, ridiculed and emphasized, “It didn’t fail. In reality, even though a small portion of the seal scripts didn’t have any effect, the entire thing still displayed its proper effect. Dorothy’s soul was not affected at all, which is what we cannot understand.”
As long as Dorothy was fine, everything was fine. Before I could hear what he would say next, my vision went black, and I fainted.
I was unconscious for three days.
When I woke up, I was lying on my big soft bed with an IV drip in my hand.
Aldrich, by my bed, imdiately noticed that I was awake.
“Selma, how do you feel?” He stuffed two soft pillows behind and helped sit up.
“Uhm, I’m a little nauseous and want to throw up, but I’m also starving.” I rubbed my temples, feeling like three hundred ducks had just held a concert in my mind.
Aldrich handed a bowl of hot milk corn soup, but seeing my hands tremble, he changed his mind and fed personally.
“It’s okay. I’ll do it myself...” I was a little shy.
However, Aldrich expressionlessly handed a spoonful of soup.
I realized later that he was angry.
After drinking half a bowl of soup in silence, I asked softly, “Are you angry?”
He didn’t say anything and just fed soup spoon by spoon.
I couldn’t eat anymore, so I pushed the spoon away and asked again.
Aldrich put down his bowl and lowered his head in silence.
“Yes, I think I’m furious,” he said.
“My heart is in a ss now. I think I should go out first. Madam Kara will take care of you.”
“Wait!” I grabbed his hand and insisted on asking him the reason. “What exactly happened? Please tell , don’t give the cold shoulder. I hate that.”
Aldrich helplessly sat back on the bed and softly said, “I’m not trying to give you the cold shoulder. It’s just that you just woke up and need professional care...”
“You’re the professional!” I interrupted him and said stubbornly, “You’re more useful than any elixir to . So now, tell why you’re so angry!”
“I am not... Oh, alright. I’m a little upset.”
Aldrich irritatedly ruffled his hair; only then did I notice the slight stubble on his cheeks.
He wasn’t taking good care of himself.
“You were unconscious for three days, Selma. The werewolf grandmasters and Tracy said that you were just too tired, and your body triggered its self-defense chanism.” Aldrich said in a low voice, “But I couldn’t stop feeling anxious, babe. Every ti I see you lying in bed with no expression on your face, I get scared. I’m scared.”
I hugged him tightly and comforted the big, anxious dog in a low voice, “Shh, okay, I’m fine, aren’t I? I’m sitting right in front of you, perfectly fine. Do you want to check?”
I took his hand and placed it on his neck, letting him feel my strong pulse.
We stayed in each other’s embrace. After a few minutes, Aldrich’s tense body gradually relaxed.
“I’m sorry, my dear. I was too weak.”
He was buried in my embrace, his voice muffled.
“You know what? During the three days you were unconscious, I kept blaming myself because I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m the youngest and most promising general of the werewolves, but I’m useless when it cos to my lover. I could only wait for your news outside the palace like an outsider, and even made you worry about .”
“No, it’s not!” I didn’t know where these ca from. “You’ve never implicated . I didn’t let you co to the palace to accompany in engraving the runes because I didn’t want to expose my ugly and embarrassing side to you!”
I suddenly realized what I looked like to Aldrich right now.
My face was full of ugly, ferocious scars that had not yet healed.
I scread and pulled the blanket to to hide.
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