Chapter 75: Pain Is Real
Yunice finally caught on and asked, “You can feel pain?”
Wyatt turned to glare at her. “Can’t you?”
Yunice fell silent.
Seeing that she still didn’t get it, Wyatt added, “You could at least do what you did last time when you gave me the shot. Distracting me is better than yanking it like this.”
Yanice glanced at him and thought, Back at the Johnson residence, when I had to give him an injection, I’d lightly scratched near the injection site to avoid upsetting him, though he still snapped at me afterward.
Now he wanted me to use the same trick again. His temper was impossible to figure out. But Yunice had long since grown used to patients being moody.
She said, “Your wound is too large. That trick won’t work. But you could ask Dr. Joe to give you some anesthesia for the pain…”
Speak of the devil. Joe pushed the door open with a stethoscope around his neck, just in time to hear Yunice mention anesthesia.
“Anesthesia? Mr. Cooper never takes that stuff. Says it dulls the brain.”
Yunice was surprised. “No anesthesia? Then how do you manage the pain?”
Joe shrugged like it was no big deal. “He just toughs it out.”
Yunice turned to look at Wyatt. Then why had he acted like the gauze change earlier was unbearable?
Joe suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He met Wyatt’s cold stare and immediately shut his mouth tight. Did I say something wrong?
Wyatt snapped at him, “What are you standing there for? You were the one who changed my dressing. Get over here and fix it!”
“Alright,” Joe rushed over and took Yunice’s place.
With nothing left to do, Yunice walked over to the window and looked out. It was still early morning, but the streets outside were already bustling.
This was the third day I’d gone completely missing, and no one from the Saunders family had come looking, Yunice thought to herself. If it weren’t for Wyatt, I’d still be locked up in that warehouse suffering.
“Mr. Cooper, Paul’s leg is fractured. They’ve already given him anesthesia three times. Still hurts so bad he can’t sleep,” Joe said casually as he worked.
Yunice’s ears twitched. She couldn’t help but wonder what had happened while she was being held.
Chapter 75: Pain Is Real
Elsie hovered by his bedside, running back and forth in distress. “Paul, have some water. It’ll help with the pain.” Then she offered him some grapes. “Paul, eat a grape. It’ll make you feel better.”
Paul was losing his mind. He’d never realized just how talkative Elsie could be. This wasn’t some mild cold or fever. My bone was shattered—it hurt like hell!
He swallowed his frustration and said patiently, “Elsie, I’m in too much pain to eat or drink. Just get me another painkiller.”
I’d been pampered my whole life, raised with four or five nannies hovering around me from the moment I could walk. I’d never even scraped a knee before. How could I handle something like this?
But Elsie, eyes red, replied tearfully, “You already took too many. The doctor said you can’t have any more.”
Paul grew irritated, “But I’m in serious pain!”
Elsie hesitated. Paul thought she was finally softening, ready to bring him the medicine. He was relieved. But instead, Elsie leaned in and kissed his lips gently, then smiled sweetly. “A kiss will make it all better.”
Paul’s entire expression twisted like he’d swallowed a fly. He was completely numb and wanted to scream.
Elsie looked at him, confused. Normally, when he got sick and I kissed him, he’d be all smiles.
Paul tried to stay calm and said, ‘Elsie, you study medicine. Can’t you think of anything else for the pain?”
“Anything else…,” Elsie racked her brain. “But this is how they treat everyone. We all go through the same thing.”
“That’s not true. Yuni…” Paul was about to argue when Jensen walked in. His father’s face was stern. Seeing Paul in such a pathetic state made him furious. “Just endure it. Crying over a little fracture—how do you expect to achieve anything?”
Paul’s face turned bright red. Shamed into silence, he clenched his jaw and didn’t say a word.
Elsie hadn’t seen much of Jensen before. The moment he entered, she quickly tried to play nice. “Dad, Paul’s really strong. Please don’t be mad at him.”
Jensen cut her off with a cold glare. “Who told you to be here? Get out.”
“Huh?” Elsie froze. Hadn’t the Powell family already proposed to me? Why was the future daughter-in-law being told to leave? She had no idea what she’d done wrong. Instinctively, she turned to Paul for help.