You definitely can't have anything wrong with you.
Sophia Cloud stood outside the emergency room door, tears filling her eyes as she stared intently inside, feeling a deep sense of guilt.
"Sophia, he will be okay," Christopher Lewis said with a furrowed brow, his eyes full of pity.
Why, again, is it him.
Who knew Sophia Cloud would turn around and silently shake her head.
—It's all because of me that he's injured, Christopher, you don't understand, he got like this because he was saving me.
With this thought, Sophia Cloud's eyebrows knitted tightly, and she clenched her teeth as she gestured, ignoring the numerous scrapes on her own body, which she considered minor issues.
Christopher, who saw her distress, took her to get her wounds treated in another emergency room.
"The surgery will take at least another hour. It's no rush to get your wounds treated here before seeing him." If possible, he wished it were him lying on that hospital bed.