Chapter 2
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I was worried about how to make money when the door to the adjacent hospital room suddenly swung open.
It was the room of that handsome man I had noticed earlier. Unable to suppress my curiosity, I glanced up.
To my surprise, the person who stepped out was a familiar face—my neighbor Amanda Martin. She had worked at this hospital for three years and, although she usually spoke in a lighthearted way, she was genuinely caring and had helped me out numerous times in the past.
"Laura, have you finished visiting your mom?" she asked, wearing a warm smile.
I nodded, ready to exchange a few friendly words with her when she unexpectedly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the man's room.
"Perfect! The hospital is incredibly busy today, and we don't have enough aides. The director asked me to look after this patient, but there's an emergency I need to handle. Can you help me care for him for just ten minutes? I promise it won't interfere with your work."
I stood by the bed, feeling a bit lost. "How am I supposed to help?"
Amanda handed me a damp towel. "Just wipe his arms and hands a little, and then move his arms around. I need to massage his leg muscles to prevent them from wasting away."
I glanced at the man lying on the bed. The loose blue and white-striped hospital gown draped over him, and the top button was undone, exposing his strong chest.
He looked handsome. As I held the towel, a sudden warmth crept to my cheeks. "Ugh..."
"Don't be shy. He was in a car accident and has been in a coma for nearly a month. Just think of him as a piece of meat. No need to be nervous." Amanda was already rolling up the man's pant leg, preparing to massage his leg.
"Okay." I held the towel and carefully rolled up the man's sleeve, wiping his arm gently. After taking care of my mom for several days after her surgery, I felt a little more experienced now.
Once I had wiped both arms, I put the towel aside but felt a bit unsure.
"Amanda, how do I get him to move his arm?"
Amanda paused her work and showed me how. She grabbed the man's wrist with one hand and supported his upper arm with the other, gently stretching and bending it.
"No need to be too careful. He's not a fragile doll," she encouraged me with a smile. "Just like that, and remember to give his muscles a little squeeze when you're done."
I copied her movements and took hold of the man's wrist. He had a great physique, and his arms were strong. If his eyes hadn't been closed, I could almost imagine him looking like a commanding CEO when he opened them.
However, his wrist was thicker than I expected, and I found it hard to hold onto it with just one hand. After a few tries, my hand began to ache.
So, I discreetly changed my approach, moving from his wrist to his fingers. It was much easier to grip his fingers than his wrist.
"Well, that's pretty clever!" Amanda glanced at me and smiled.
I smiled back.
"Why don't you come work as a nursing assistant at the hospital? The pay is good, and it would be easier for you to care for your mom," she suddenly suggested, only to wave it off quickly. "But you don't have a nursing assistant certificate, so it wouldn't work."
The mention of "pay" filled my mind with money worries.
Just then, an elegant middle-aged woman walked into the room. She wore a beautiful dress and looked anxious, clearly a family member of the patient.
Seeing her, I instantly felt tense and quickly let go of the man's wrist, wanting to explain myself. But at that moment, the man's large hand suddenly gripped mine tightly, and I couldn't pull away.
My heart raced. 'Isn't he in a vegetative state? How can he have the strength to grab me?'
My mind spun. 'Is he waking up? Or was I being set up?'
The woman slowly approached, and I felt my whole body tighten. Her gaze swept over our tightly clasped hands, filled with surprise and disbelief.
"You're Byron's girlfriend?"
"What?" I was taken aback.
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