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The words from Leslie provided Maggie with a hint of comfort.
She remained stationary, observing his swift entry into the operating room. Her heart once again filled with worry
She saw that Nathael had numerous bruises and scratches on his body, but the condition of his organs and bones remained uncertain.
Then there was the matter of the severed finger.
Even if it could be reattached, Maggie knew it wouldn’t regain its previous functionality. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but hold onto a glimmer of hope.
“Ms. Adam, let me help you tend to your injuries first,” a compassionate female doctor offered.
Alex also suggested, “Ms. Adam you should attend to your injuries.”
Maggie gently declined, stating, “My injuries aren’t severe. I can address them once he’s out.”
Although Alex wished to say more, he recognised his inability to sway her. He regarded Maggie with a more intricate gaze.
Understanding Maggie remained a puzzle to Alex. He initially thought she had risked her life for something significant, only to discover it was for Nathael’s severed finger, which might not function after being reattached
Despite the lack of severe injuries, Maggie was obviously in pain.
When she and Ethan got out of the temple, it was already too late. The intense heat and flying rocks from the explosion were similar to sharp knives on her delicate body.
While Ethan, seasoned from a lifetime of perilous situations, could endure the impact, Maggie’s tender physique likely magnified the pain of her wounds.
Maggie remained silent. After a while, footsteps rang out.
Mia and Joyce soon arrived. Mia, with her dishevelled hair, abandoned her usual refined appearance and rushed to embrace Maggie tightly.
“Who the hell did this to you? You almost gave me a heart attack! I swear, I’ll make them pay!” Mia’s eyes were inflamed with anger. She had only received the news that morning and immediately booked the next flight.
Joyce, dressed in casual attire with a cap covering her head, stood nearby, visibly relieved upon seeing Maggie.
Maggie’s eyes shimmered as she assured softly, “I’m fine.”
“Maggie!” A soothing voice echoed from behind. Maggie glanced up and uttered with a sob, “Ericko”
Ericko, his complexion pallid, approached to examine Maggie’s injuries before embracing her tightly.
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Thank goodness
Thank goodness.
I thought I had lost her again.
“It’s alright now. Everything’s okay,” Ericko comforted softly, feeling a sense of tardiness in his arrival. Though he wished to express more, bitterness lingered in his mouth.
Perhaps it was the presence of everyone closest to her that provided solace. Maggie felt as though she had released a weight on her shoulder, and some of the late autumn chill dissipated.
Ericko removed his jacket and draped it over her, speaking tenderly, “Go get your injuries treated.”
Maggie shook her head as her gaze remained fixed on the operating room, tears threatening to spill at any
moment.
Her heart was gripped with fear. Unknown to anyone else, she felt as though she had returned to the time after her death in her past life.
Maggie had turned into a spirit trailing behind Nathael, watching as he was pushed into the operating room. She observed his arm, which was smeared with blood, and saw how the doctors expertly cut it and sewed it back onto his body…
The mere thought made Maggie shiver all over.
She couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain Nathael must be enduring in the operating room right now.
“Maggie, Nathael will need you to look after him when he comes out. But you must take care of yourself
his first to be able to help him.” Ericko’s hands rested on her shoulders as he bent down to meet her gaze, determined eyes staring at her with strength.
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With Mia and Joyce by her side, she headed to the treatment room. Maggie sat on a chair while the doctors and nurses used scissors to cut away her blood–stained clothes and tend to her wounds.
When Mia saw Maggie’s back, her eyes brimmed with tears. Her back, once smooth like fine silk, was now marked with injuries.
There were numerous scratches, some from rocks, others from gravel, and some from the scorching heat, all painted in crimson red with blood stains scattered around.
Mia looked away, unable to bear the sight.
Joyce also averted her gaze and offered Maggie a cup of warm water. Maggie took it and forced herself to take a sip.
The warm liquid flowed down her throat, bringing a comforting sensation that eased her nerves.
The process of removing the fragments with tweezers and disinfecting with iodine was lengthy and meticulous, accompanied by a burning sensation that spread from each tiny point, eventually enveloping a large area.
Maggie felt as if her entire back was on fire with pain, vet she strangely felt numb, experiencing the nain
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but not reacting to it..
She couldn’t help but wonder how much pain Nathael was enduring.
Whether in this life or the last, how much agony has he faced?
Maggie lowered her gaze, hiding the bitterness in her eyes.
Should I have ended things with Nathael when I realised I wouldn’t live long?
Should I have given in when Timmothy first threatened me?
Should I have ended up with Timmothy when I had the chance halfway up the mountain?
Regret, resentment, and self–blame swirled in Maggie’s mind.
She suddenly questioned whether reconnecting with Nathael after getting a second chance was a mistake.
“Maggie…“Joyce gently held Maggie’s hand, pulling her out–of her thoughts.
Maggie snapped out of it and forced a smile while whispering. “I’m okay.”
She just couldn’t help but think, Perhaps it’s true what they say–the good die young, while the evil live forever.
I’m the one who deserves to die the most.
Seeing Maggie’s emotional state, Joyce stood in front of her and gently embraced her. “Don’t let the blame affect you. It’s not your fault.”
Maggie buried her face in Joyce’s waist and slowly lowered her eyes, a hot tear rolling down her face.
“Joyce, I wish… I was the one inside…
She already owed him so much, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t change this outcome.
Joyce’s eyes reddened as she gently stroked Maggie’s hair and spoke softly, “Nathael must be feeling the
same way.
Maggie fell silent, and Joyce whispered, “After the cold winter, when the ice and snow melt away, all things will come back to life, and flowers will bloom.”
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