RedNovelChapter 96: You have to wake up...
Davis allowed the men to push his wheelchair through several hallways, his focus on Jessica. He didn’t care
about the number of turns they took or how long the journey seemed. All that mattered was reaching her.
It didn’t matter if his own life was at risk—because if she was lost to him, he wasn’t sure he could survive.
His fists remained clenched, his jaw tight, and his eyes dark with worry. The weight of the unknown gnawed at
him, making every second feel like an eternity.
He didn’t want to imagine the possible scenahe might find her in. He didn’t want to wonder what her
condition is like —seeing breathing is already enough.
Finally, they arrived at a closed door at the end of the hallway. The men accompanying him paused, knocked
lightly, then pushed the door open, stepping aside for him to enter while they remained stationed at the
entrance, standing guard.
Davis wheeled himself in and quickly scanned the room. Rows of medical equipment were meticulously arranged
in order of usage, making the space resemble a top-tier ICU. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe felt cold all over, he had woken up in such a sterile ward lonely and helpless, it was in such a ward that he
found his world crumbling. His body began reacting, his episode kicking in but no—
Jessica! Jessica!! He chanted in his heart. He can’t break down now. He don’t want her to feel lonely.
He closed his eyes momentarily, "Davis, calm down. Take a deep breath with me. You are not alone." the calm
soothing voice of Jessica filtered through his subconscious.
By the time, he opened his eyes again, it had restored its focus and the haze pulled off. His gaze calm and more
serene landed on Jessica.
The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the room, a rhythmic sound that both reassured and tormented
Davis. Jessica lay there motionless, pale but serene, her arm connected to an IV drip, her breathing steady but
weak.
The bruises along her arms glaring on her fair skin, her hands carefully placed on her stomach with a blanket
covering the remaining parts of her body.
Davis felt a sharp sting behind his eyes, but he willed himself not to shed tears. Crying wouldn't help her—it
wouldn't change anything.
Slowly, he wheeled himself closer to the bed, his fingers trembled as he reached for hers. With meticulous
attention he traced the delicate lines of her palm like a fortune teller, his gaze on her face as if he wants to
rewrite her destiny.
Davis swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat as it tightened. He wanted to say something but no
words could cforth.
"Baby?" His voice cout in a hoarse whisper of anguish that only the walls bore witness to. His tears falling
rapidly. His hand holding hers in a firm, unrelenting grasp—as if by doing so, she wouldn't slip away from him.
He had never felt this powerless. Never.
Jessica, had crashed into his life like a storm, had risked everything for him. She had fought for him, shielded
him, and now... she lay unconscious, her body bearing the pain.
His chest hurt. He should have been the one protecting her.
Davis exhaled shakily, bringing her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her bruised knuckles. His voice, though
choked, was filled with quiet determination.
"Baby, you have to wake up." His fingers tightened around hers. "I won't let you fight alone anymore, okay?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJessica's fingers twitched lightly again before stilling as if in response to his plea but that was all. Though subtle,
the movement didn’t escape Davis’ notice. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, a silent plea for her to wake
up.
The night stretched on, endless and heavy with worry. Davis never once closed his eyes. The exhaustion
weighing on his body was nothing compared to the turmoil in his heart. Each passing hour without her waking
felt like an eternity. At intervals, someone will cin and check her situation.
While streated Davis as air sreverenced him taking note of his importance to Jessica.
Ethan, on the other hand, was led to another room—one so lavishly furnished it could rival a five-star presidential
suite. The bedding, the furniture, the quiet luxury of the place—everything screamed wealth and power.
If he had harbored any doubts about Jessica's connections before, they had now vanished entirely.
Who exactly is she? He had wondered more than once throughout the night? And where is Davis?
At the break of dawn, as the first light of morning filtered through the curtains, Jessica's lashes fluttered. A
moment of stillness followed, her mind slowly piecing together where she was. The base, she realized.
She stirred slightly, intending to sit up, but the weight of something warm and firm against her hand made her
pause. Turning her head, she found Davis beside her, his hand still holding hers in a firm yet gentle grasp.
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