CHAPTER 87 The One Who Is Involved Is Confused, The Onlooker Sees Clearly

　　I was really scared, shaking his arm.

　　"Are you okay? Don't scare me."

　　Lucas buried his head in the steering wheel, his hand reaching out to grasp mine, trying to comfort me.

　　"I'm fine, don't worry."

　　He was so pale and weak, yet he still said he was fine?

　　I was on the verge of tears when I heard someone knock on the car window.

　　A traffic officer outside told us that it wasn't a parking spot and we had to move immediately. I pleaded with him for help.

　　A few officers helped Lucas out of the car, but he couldn't even straighten his back. He had coughed up blood.

　　Seeing the blood on the ground, I was terrified, my heart racing. I don't even remember how I ended up in the police car, or how we managed to get him to Mount Ridge Medical Center.

　　The diagnosis was acute gastric bleeding. The doctor said it was fortunate we had brought him in on time—if we had been any later, the blood loss could have been fatal.