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Chapter 149
Chapter 149
Chapter 149: The Nightmare
Alva was taken to the hospital, and so was Uriah.
But because Alva was in a coma, she was sent straight to the hospital for a full body check-up.
And Uriah went to surgery for filming.
York has been following along, handling follow-up related matters.
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“Okay.””
The phone hangs up and York goes to Uriah’s ward.
Uriah suffered a traumatic injury, dislocated his left arm, abrasions and a fractured left lower leg.
It is not a serious injury for Uriah, but it affects daily life.
York came to Uriah’s hospital bed, “Uriah, I have handed over the kidnapping to Tyler to handle.”
“Well.”
“Have the test results come out yet?”
Uriah looked at him, his dark eyes unfathomable.
York knew who Uriah was asking about the test results and replied, “Not yet.”
“But Alva has been sent to the ward, but she is still in a coma.”
Uriah hummed and looked away, “Bring the documents that need to be processed.”
“Okay.”
York went out to make a phone call, asked someone to bring the documents
that needed to be signed by Uriah, and asked someone to buy some daily necessities, and went to Alva’s ward.
He was an old man by Uriah’s side and knew very well what some of Uriah’s
words meant.
Now, Uriah cares about Alva.
The nurse was changing Alva’s medicine, and York walked in, looked at Alva with her eyes closed, and asked, “Still awake?”
“No.”
“When will he wake up?”
“I don’t know about that either, I have to ask the doctor.”
After the nurse finished speaking, she looked at him carefully.
York saw the nurse looking at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Are you a family member of the patient?”
York paused and said, “No.”
The nurse frowned, “Then do you know the patient’s family? She has been having nightmares and is emotionally unstable. If you know the patient’s family, please call her family and ask her family to come to the hospital.”
“Well, I see.”
The nurse left, and York looked at Alva, her hands clutching the covers, her fingers so tight they were white.
His face was not good, and he frowned, as if he was in pain.
It’s true that Alva is in pain right now.
She dreamed again of two years ago when she was pregnant with a child.
She touched her stomach, talked to the child, sang songs, told him stories, and the child kicked her gently and responded to her.
She was happy.
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But soon, the picture changed, and it was that cold and ruthless night, she was lying on the ground, and the child passed away from her life little by little.
She was in pain, despair, sadness.
Seeing Alva in tears, York turned and left the ward and went to Uriah’s ward.
The secretary was delivering the documents, saw him, and called, “York.”
York nodded and walked over.
The secretary left, and he looked at Uriah, “Uriah, Alva is having a nightmare and is emotionally unstable. The nurse asked me to call her family.”
Uriah paused at the document, and after a second, said, “She has no family.”
Open the file.
“Okay.”
York is gone.
The ward door closed.
Uriah picked up the pen, turned the document to the signature, and wrote his name on it with a sharp pen.
Close the file and set it aside.
Five minutes later, he dropped his pen and took his phone. “Bring a wheelchair.”