The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 260

Petty sat waiting outside the emergency room. When the doors swung open, a doctor stepped out, pulling off his mask as he faced Parrish. “We managed to stop the bleeding, but the knife hit his liver,” the doctor explained. “He’s still unconscious, anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet. The next twenty-four hours are critical.”

Parrish thanked him quietly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a slim figure chasing after the bed as Hans was wheeled toward his hospital room.

Once Hans was settled, a nurse checked all the monitors and machines. Satisfied, she turned to Petty. “Call us right away if there’s any change.”

Petty nodded, murmured her thanks, and then sank into the chair beside Hans’s bed.

Hans had hardly ever been sick growing up. Usually, a couple of pills and a nap would do the trick. Now, he was stretched out on a hospital bed, his life still hanging in the balance.

All because he had saved her.

Petty never once left his side. She watched over him throughout the day, hands clasped in her lap, heart pounding with every beep of the monitors. It wasn’t until evening that Hans finally opened his eyes. Petty immediately reached for his hand, relief flooding her face. “Hans, you’re finally awake!”

Hans’s brow was lined with confusion. He’d just had a nightmare, one where he hadn’t reacted fast enough. He’d watched helplessly as Petty bled out in his arms.

His eyes were wild with panic as they flickered around the room. He saw Petty sitting next to him and realized he was the one lying down, pain burning in his stomach. That’s when reality came crashing back.

This time, he’d managed to protect her.

Hans grabbed Petty’s hand, his fingers trembling as his body relaxed. His voice was barely above a whisper. “You scared me.”

“Hey, don’t move.” Petty gently pried his fingers away. The wires from the heart monitor curled around his hand.

She figured he was just anxious about his own recovery. “You’re a survivor. You still have plenty of good days ahead.”

Hans saw her red, puffy eyes and felt the ice-cold chill in her fingers. He could tell how shaken she was. “Honestly, it doesn’t even hurt,” he tried to reassure her.

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