A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1487

"Is that it?"

Eleanor curled her lips into a wry smile. "Bernard, you always downplay your wounds as if they're just scratches. But the things you go through, they're life-threatening. Why do you always keep me in the dark? You never tell me anything."

Having said her piece, Eleanor leaned on the railing and slowly got to her feet. Just standing up felt like it could kill her. The spot where the IV had been pulled out was still bleeding—not profusely, but enough to drench her in a cold sweat of pain.

When Eleanor had first walked in, she had crouched down, hiding the bloodstains on her dress from Bernard. Now that she stood up, he saw the crimson truth and his body tensed up. In an instant, he was out of the bed and had wrapped his arms around her wavering form.

"Doctor!" He lifted Eleanor into his arms, calling loudly for a doctor, but she stopped him. "The pain from that chip inside you is worse than this. Let me share your pain."

Bernard's brows knit together, but he understood Eleanor's sentiment. He looked down at the woman in his arms, his eyes softening helplessly. "I promise I won’t do that again. Let the doctor come in, okay? Let them stop the bleeding."

Seeing that she had pushed him to admit his mistake, Eleanor suddenly embraced his neck and buried her head in the crook of his shoulder. "What can I do to help you get that chip out?"

The warmth of her tears soaked into his shirt and into his heart, making it achingly tender. "Silly girl, you're not a doctor."

With his long fingers, Bernard gently patted Eleanor's back. "Don't worry. Your man is a tough cookie. A tiny chip isn't going to take me down."