Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 20

Aimee was not in a good mood when she hung up the phone.

She had a vague feeling of bad premonition in her heart, always felt that this thing would not be so smooth.

If she hadn't been unable to get away on her side, she would have wanted to make a trip to Lasnain herself to make sure nothing was wrong.

After settling down, Aimee stood up, took out the iced medicine from the refrigerator, and gently went to Patrick's room.

After injecting the solution into Patrick's vial, Aimee went back to set up the machine and then, as she had done last night, watched over Patrick at his bedside.

Today's dosing was increased and Patrick's pain was more pronounced than last night.

Aimee could hear Patrick's heavy breathing from the pain, but, strangely enough, he didn't wake up.

Standing with her arms around Patrick's bed for a long time, the more Aimee thought about it, the more impossible it seemed.

Unless Patrick has some special skill, how can he not open his eyes?

She leaned down and her gaze fell straight above Patrick's eyes.

In the daytime, she thought Patrick's eyes were beautiful, the pair of peach blossom eyes even when looking at people indifferently, but also with a hidden style.

At this moment, looking at the small mole on the end of his eye, Aimee felt even more special and sexy.

She landed on top of Patrick's eyelids before she could react to what she was about to do.

Fingertips light touch, as if there is a current from the fingertips into the body, so Aimee involuntarily curled up a finger.

This electric sensation was strange and frightening to her.

She grunted and jerked upright, hiding the messy hand behind her back.

Only, it was as if there was still electricity on her fingertips, making Aimee's little face flush.

Her gaze remained fixed on Patrick's face for a moment, her eyes closed as if she was oblivious to what she had just done.

Aimee secretly thought, "This guy, did he sleep too much, or did he pass out from the pain?

There were beads of sweat on Patrick's forehead, and Aimee bit her lip and slowed down the flow of the medicine a bit.

She murmured, "You bear with it, be strong, get through the initial period, adjust your body to the point where you can have surgery, and you'll all be fine."

In fact, Patrick is lucky enough to have such sophisticated instruments to assist him, which has relieved a lot of his pain.

You know, the patient that her teacher cured endured a lot of pain off the bone.

Thinking of the man's wailing, Aimee's mouth curled up and she said to Patrick, "You're pretty good, you're more tolerant than I expected."

At the moment, Aimee's body was bent so low that her warm breath fell on Patrick's face as she spoke.

Patrick's already sensitive and fragile nerves from the pain are, at this moment, even more unbearable.

Such close proximity is simply torture for Patrick.

A torment that comes from Aimee and that she does not know anything about.

Aimee drew tissues to wipe Patrick's sweat delicately until dawn, when she recovered the instrument, but was not able to leave immediately.

In a moment of weakness, the drip was slowed down as a way to ease Patrick's pain.