"Fortunately, the knife didn't penetrate too deep and he was brought to the hospital in time," the doctor said. "We’ve successfully removed the knife, but the patient lost a lot of blood, so he has to rest and will only wake up later. You can and go see him in the ICU."
"Okay, thank you," Theo thanked the doctor.
I covered my face. "Thank goodness, he's fine. Thank goodness, he's fine."
Immediately after that, Marius was pushed out.
He looked pale and weak and had an oxygen bottle attached to him. The doctors pushed him away from us.
I looked in the direction he was leaving, crying uncontrollably.
The ward.
Marius still had not woken up. I stared at his haggard face sadly.
"Mmmph…"
I hurried forward when I heard him groan. "Marius?"
Marius opened his eyes slowly. When he saw us, he forced himself to smile before looking at me. "Don't worry, I won't die. Those below said I was too noisy and let me live for a few more years before I can go down again."
His voice was weak, and it sounded like he was having a hard time speaking. He was still the same as usual, though.
I smiled with tears in my eyes. "You're so noisy just after waking up. You should stop talking. You'll kill yourself from the pain."
"Are you willing to allow that? I got hurt because of you." His dry lips were moving but still, he sounded the same.
I held his hand and looked at him sincerely. "Marius, I know I've said this many times, but I have to say it again. Thank you. Thank you very much for appearing in my life."
A smile broke out on Marius’ face. "Even if I die, I’ll be satisfied from hearing this."
I covered his mouth. "Don't say such unlucky things. You'll be blessed if you survive this catastrophe."
"That's right. That's how the old saying goes." Shannon laughed.
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