When I woke up, I found myself lying on a hospital bed. A nurse stood next to me, giving me an infusion. "The patient has been frightened, hence she passed out due to overexertion. Plus the fact that she is menstruating, so her body produced a stress hormone. After the infusion and some rest, she will be fine."
The nurse was obviously not talking to me but to someone else in the room. There were Hendrix and Evan, both dressed in black suits, in the room. After hearing the nurse's words, Evan nodded and walked the nurse out.
Hendrix saw that I had woken up. His dark eyes fell on me for a while, and then he looked away.
I didn't want to argue with him anymore. All I could think about was Irvin, and how he had been covered in blood. I could not help but ask, "Where's Irvin? Is he all right?"
Hendrix's expression turned gloomy as soon as he heard my words. He stared at me harshly and said coldly, "You're really concerned about him!"
I frowned and ignored his callous words. I said, "Did he come out of the emergency room? Is there anyone taking care of him?"
Hendrix looked at me and remained silent for a long time.
In his eyes, I saw disappointment, coldness, and even a little mockery.
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