I nodded, then I got into the car and started the engine.
I waited in the hallway after sending Aaron into the emergency room. Cool breezes were blowing through the hallway, and I felt cold and downhearted.
I didn't know how things ended up like this. They shouldn't have gone this way.
I waited for an hour before Aaron came out of the operating theatre. He was pushed into the ward by the nurses.
The doctor asked me to get the paperwork done, but I couldn't go without knowing how Aaron was doing. So, I stopped the doctor and asked, "Doctor, how is he? Will it affect him in the future?"
The doctor smiled and said, "It's not that serious. The patient will be fine after resting for a few days. However, since he had a fractured leg bone before, I think it's best for him to rest more to completely recover. I'll arrange for him to take an X- ray later to understand the situation better."
I nodded and thanked the doctor before I got the paperwork done and went to the ward.
Aaron was lying on the bed, and he couldn't move because of the anesthesia. When he saw me coming in, he smiled and said happily, "Stop running around. Just sit down and talk to me."
I didn't respond to that. I glanced at him and said, "Call someone to come and take care of you. It's getting late now. I have to go home."
It was already dark outside. I still didn't know how to face Hendrix when I got back home.
Upon hearing that, Aaron's face fell. "I don't know anyone else here in Ucrebury. But if you really had to go, then go!"
I was lost for words at how childish he acted, and I frowned, "I'll get you a care worker then." "Arianna!" He hissed as he looked at me with gloom. "Do you really hate me so much that you don't even want to look at me? Do you wish for me to die?"
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