Chapter 801
Chapter 801: Story 047 - Sleeping with Flossie (3)_1
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No one knew that she had a mild case of trypanophobia.
Of these fears, needles topped her list.
People, to some extent, are afraid of certain things; for instance, some fear snakes, some cockroaches, others heights...
Trypanophobia is real too.
Ever since she was young, she disliked injections, and would rather suffer through a month of a cold or illness than go to the hospital.
Her family was lenient with her, and they would not obstruct her in anything she was adamant about.
Their educational philosophy was—
Fail and grow wiser from the experience.
Once you’ve learned your lesson, you naturally become smarter.
However, she was stubborn; in her past life, she had suffered countless injuries, but the number of injections she had could be counted on one hand.
Still, this symptom was only mild. If she could persist in her youth, now she could simply close her eyes and get through it, it was nothing.
"Relax, there’s no need to be nervous."
Ready to go, Ann Cavanaugh patted her hand, noticing no prominent veins and immediately understood, comforting her in a gentle voice.
In the distance, Anthony Ward, who was drinking water, spat it out.
What did he just hear?
Getting nervous about an injection?
Meanwhile, Perry Reed and Glenn Hutchinson, standing on each side and watching Flossie Wright, both looked astonished.
They had never seen Flossie Wright receive an injection, and suddenly hearing that she was nervous about it was certainly surprising.
The ever-composed and calm Flossie Wright, perturbed by a mere injection?
They saw the expression on Flossie Wright’s face.
Stoic, silent, yet her ears turned red.
Perry Reed tilted his head, and for some reason, found it somewhat amusing.
This woman, who kept herself well-guarded, always appearing to be without a single vulnerability, and one would think it would take a monumental event to catch her off guard, but as it turned out, it was just a tiny needle.
Glenn Hutchinson gazed at her, his expression softening slightly.
For a moment.
Flossie Wright regained her composure, turned her head, and looked at the rather troubled Ann Cavanaugh, saying indifferently, "Go ahead."
Relaxing, the veins on the back of her hand naturally revealed themselves.
Ann Cavanaugh paused, but didn’t dwell on it, nodded slightly, and carefully inserted the needle with precision.
With Glenn Hutchinson there, her palm couldn’t stop trembling nervously. Normally, she was quite at ease with injections, but this time, the fingers holding the needle were shaking.
Thankfully...
It went smoothly.
The tubing connected to the pillow drew blood, turning red instantly. Ann Cavanaugh sighed in relief, allowed the medication to flow through the needle, then adjusted the speed while asking Flossie Wright.
"Thank you."
Flossie Wright nodded to her in thanks.
"No, it’s not necessary."
Speaking out, the slow voice seemed frozen in place.
Ann Cavanaugh was extremely nervous.
This time, it was in the presence of Flossie Wright.
As she took in her calm gaze and composed demeanor, the usual sense of equanimity, Ann suddenly felt ashamed, as if harboring an unspeakable secret, extremely uncomfortable.
Herself just now...
Had intended to deliberately miss the veins a few times.
Realizing the attention Glenn Hutchinson had for her, she felt particularly distressed, as if something was gripping her heart fiercely.
It was too painful.
Painful enough to give rise to vile thoughts.
Pressing her lips together gently, Ann Cavanaugh’s face flushed with a hint of red, hung all the other bottles of medicine, then instructed the junior nurse on the order to administer them, only after all this did she pack her things and leave.
From beginning to end, she dared not look into Glenn Hutchinson’s eyes.
— End of Chapter 801 —