No One But You

Chapter 104 Accident

After the private party, a few people went to the nightclub together. No matter the upper class or

ordinary people, it was a popular entertainment.

I was curious as to why Calvin did not go. He knew several of the people who went with Brooke very

well.

It was estimated that Bonnie was sick that the wind could blow her away, so Calvin had to protect her.

Compared with Bonnie, I was much stronger. Whether it was a car crash, being gouged with bricks or

allergic to drugs, I would be fine in a few days.

So no was loved woman like me.

I felt more at ease after Brooke had gone.

I enjoyed watching the handsome bartenders perform so well and the glasses flying through the air.

When I enjoyed it, Bonnie had an accident.

It was said that she had a respiratory allergy caused by seafood, which was similar to asthma.

I was glad I stayed away from her. I ignored her for a night. So it had nothing to do with me whether

she lived or died.

A crowd surrounded her and an ambulance had been called.

They were not far away from me. I could not even watch the bartending show because it was too noisy.

I wanted to hang out for a while, but now I had to go.

I passed the crowd, but was stopped by Calvin.

"You seem to like to take your asthma medicine with you." He held out his hand to me.

I didn't have asthma, but I had a colleague who had asthma, so I took the asthma medicine in case he

got sick and I could save his life.

I looked in my bag, and there was some. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"But," I looked at Bonnie and said, "Her asthma is caused by allergies. I don't know if it will work."

"Try it first. The ambulance won't come for a while."

"You said it. If something happened to her, don't blame me." I took the asthma medicine into his hand.

He took it and turned around to save his beauty, but I felt not at ease, “I will read the instruction to see if

it works for allergy."

Just as I went there, someone squatting on the ground to check at Bonnie suddenly stood up and

bumped into my chin. The pain was so severe that I was covering my chin without paying attention to

the bottom of my foot. Then I stepped on my left foot and tripped myself up.

I fell flat on my back, with my back hitting the ground, and I felt like my spine was going to break.

Immediately I felt like a lot of small butterflies flying in front of me. I did not know whether it was

psychological effect, I felt stomachache.

Soon the face of Calvin rose before my eyes. "How are you?"

"Painful." I was clutching my stomach. I was going to give birth in less than two months, so I wished I

would be fine.

Calvin bent to pick me up. I was heavy, and his forehead veins were bulging.

“What are you doing?” I couldn't tell if it was back pain or stomach pain.

"Take you to the hospital."

"But Bonnie." I looked back. She was half lying in a chair and opened her eyes.

He held me almost at a trot, “Don't talk, save your strength."

Why should I save my strength? I was going to give birth to a baby now.

I saw tension in Calvin's face.

I was in great pain, but I still kept analyzing.

Bonnie looked like she was in a critical condition, but he left her and was going to take me to the

hospital?

I was confused, and the pain made my brain less functional.

He lifted me into his car and started it.

I lay down in the back seat to remind him, “You can take Bonnie into the car and we can go to the

hospital together."

"Shut up." Impatiently, he interrupted me and drove out of the parking lot.

The soft cushion eased the pain in my back. I touched my belly, where the little thing rolled over.

I landed on my back. I shouldn't have hit him.

I saw Calvin's face in the inverted rearview mirror. His forehead was oozing with fine beads of sweat.

Possibly because he was nervous, his pupil was very black, while his lips were pale.

Since I fell down, he was nervous.

"How are you?" At the red light, he looked back at me and said, "I will break the traffic light. Lie down."

"No." I felt less pain and spoke a little louder. "I should be fine."

"You have always loved to be brave." He turned his head away.

It depended. I could endure it and it had no need to cry out loud.

When we arrived at the hospital, he took me off the car and soon after I entered the emergency room,

Bonnie was also sent in.

The doctor ordered an examination and asked me to stay in the hospital overnight.

My back was burse; the nurse used safflower oil to help me rub off the bruise.

Calvin came in. At first he came in toward me, but Bonnie kept crying and shouting Calvin's name.

Crying babies had milk to drink, and I could not afford to have milk from Calvin.

I closed my eyes and turned my face away as if I hadn't seen him.

I heard Calvin said to the nurse, "Gently, she won't cry out even if she's dying of pain."

He knew me pretty well, but now I felt no pain, only Bonnie’s crying annoyed me.

She apologized to Calvin. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm useless. And I ruined your party"

“Never mind, don't talk, the doctor will give you an injection."

"I don't want an injection."

"Injection makes you recover sooner."

"I don't want an injection, I'm afraid, Calvin, I'm afraid..."

I looked up at the nurse and said, "Please, give me a shot. Either knock me out or push me out."

"It is weird. The emergency room is full. Just hang in there and you'll be all right." The nurse said to me.

Physical pain was fine with me, but mental torture was not.

Bonnie's low sobbing voice drove me crazy.

Probably every man liked such a weak girl.

The nurse helped me rub the bruise and I had to get out of bed and into a wheelchair.

The nurse helped me. I was about to get down from the bed, Calvin came over and picked me up and

put me in the wheelchair.

Subconsciously, I turned to see Bonnie. She was looking at me, too.

Her tears streamed from her eyes, and I felt sorry for her tears.

But her eyes were cold, shooting an icy arrow shot into my heart.

Sure enough, the girl wasn't as weak as she was outside.

Unfortunately, men couldn't see it. It was always in the end they realized, ‘Oh, it turns out my pet is

green tea bitch.’

I thought Calvin would put me in the wheelchair and go back to accompany Bonnie, but he pushed me

out of the door. I felt my back was cold, Bonnie probably shot arrows in my back.

“Go back!” I couldn't make myself comfortable with his kindness. "Go to Bonnie."

"She's having an injection. I'll take you to the ward." He pushed my wheelchair forward.

The wheel rumbled over the marble floor.

Recently I came frequently to hospital.

All the way we were very silent, I suddenly asked him, “Did you call Brooke?