Chapter 2054
Chapter 2054: The Good and the Bad Keep Happening (7)
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"One week."
Gently answering, Glenn Hutchinson had already poured warm water for her.
Flossie Wright frowned, trying to get up from the bed, but Glenn Hutchinson quickly pressed her shoulder, "Don’t move."
Flossie’s eyes flickered slightly.
Glenn sat by the bed, lifted her head, and slowly fed her the warm water.
Meanwhile, Flossie took the chance to assess her own condition.
Her body could barely move, except for her head; her whole body was wrapped like a mummy, she could feel pain, especially in those infected, inflamed areas that hadn’t healed, the pain was severe.
"When can I be discharged?"
After drinking the water, Flossie immediately asked.
After thinking for a moment, Glenn replied helplessly, "About half a month."
Just waking up and already thinking about discharge, that was typical of Flossie Wright.
As long as she got through this critical period, Flossie would only have to wait for her external injuries to heal before she could be discharged. No bones broken, just skin injuries, which would heal much faster.
"The bandages?" Flossie asked, frowning again.
"One week," Glenn answered truthfully.
Flossie’s brow furrowed tighter.
Ever since she could remember, she had suffered numerous injuries, large and small, but never had one left her unable to move, confined to bed.
The worst part was having to rely on others for everything.
After pondering but finding no solution, Flossie asked again, "What about peacekeeping?"
"I’ll get the doctor."
Placing the cup aside, Glenn naturally avoided the topic, then turned and left the room.
Flossie frowned, watching Glenn’s departing figure, a subtle sense of unease creeping into her heart.
The matter of peacekeeping—
Was there something unspeakable about it?
Flossie’s mind was a bit scattered, unable to find a rationale for Glenn’s behavior.
She had been ambushed and taken by Gavin, knowing nothing of the subsequent battle, not even who won or lost that war...
As a result, countless conjectures flooded her mind.
Her brain, rapidly spinning just after waking, made her head ache a little, yet ultimately, she couldn’t deduce any reason for Glenn avoiding the answer.
Soon enough, Glenn returned with the doctor; they discussed something, administered her medicine, and Flossie drank some porridge, falling asleep again without asking a single question.
When she woke again, the sun had already set.
Regaining consciousness once more, Flossie noticed the thick snow piling up outside the window; through the bright windowpane, she could vaguely see a world clad in silvery white.
Her eyes immediately found Glenn Hutchinson.
At this moment, Glenn had changed out of his previous outfit, and his beard was shaved clean, yet standing by the bedside, the look in his eyes as he gazed down at her sent a sense of foreboding through Flossie’s heart.
Indescribable foreboding.
Yet plainly, Glenn was hiding something from her.
So, Flossie asked, "Is there something to say?"
"There’s something, but I’ll tell you in a few days," Glenn stood by the bed, partially blocking the window, a soft halo of light enveloping him, like a fringe of fuzz.
Flossie’s expression didn’t change, but inexplicably, her heart tightened slightly.
The ominous premonition overshadowing her heart grew ever more intense.
Composing herself, Flossie asked, "What can be said?"
In fact, aside from that matter, everything else could be discussed.
Glenn quietly recounted to Flossie everything that happened after her capture.
They had won the war, but the government army collapsed, forcing them to withdraw. Now, all soldiers had returned to their Forces. Glenn summed it all up simply, portraying such a momentous scene in just a few words.
In the end, it didn’t even take a few minutes.
Flossie listened absentmindedly, her mind occupied by other matters.
"What about casualties?" Flossie finally asked.
With war, there would surely be casualties...
She didn’t believe fate would favor them so generously.
Who was it...?
Flossie vaguely sensed something, yet her mind grew ever more confused.
Glenn didn’t answer her question but somehow confirmed Flossie’s line of thought.
"Have some porridge first," Glenn said, regaining his composure, and opened the insulated container he brought.
It contained porridge and soup, all personally prepared by him.
Yet Flossie didn’t even glance at it; she stared into Glenn’s eyes, asking deliberately, "Glenn Hutchinson, who is it?"
"No one," Glenn replied stiffly.
Flossie couldn’t move, so Glenn leaned down and helped her sit up, propped up by two pillows behind her.
Flossie’s face was cold, but refusing to recover was not her style, so she silently ate the soup and porridge Glenn fed her.
With caution, Glenn fed her, while Flossie ate expressionlessly. What would’ve initially seemed like heartwarming actions created a rather dissonant image under the current circumstances, the atmosphere growing more and more tense.
Finally, having finished feeding her the porridge and soup, Glenn stopped.
Flossie immediately looked at him, asking, "Give me an accurate time."
Glenn’s eyes deepened; he stood, walked to the table to pack up the insulated container, then returned to Flossie’s side, gently removing the pillows and helping her lay back.
Bending down, he looked closely at Flossie, his fingers lightly tracing over the wound on her face before speaking in a hoarse voice, "The day you remove the bandages."
With those words, he pressed a kiss onto her forehead.
Flossie furrowed her brows tightly.
Glenn tucked her in, then carried the container out to wash.
Hearing the door close, Flossie turned her eyes, sweeping her gaze past the tightly shut door. After a while, she pulled back her gaze, turning her head slightly towards the window.
Dusk had fallen, and all the streetlights in the hospital were alight.
At some point, heavy snow began to fall, each flake landing on the transparent window before swiftly melting away.
— End of Chapter 2054 —