Chapter 677 Innocent Victims
Spring sat on the hospital bed, and Mary was playing with her. Spring's little face was a bit pale, and she coughed twice.
Seeing this, Susan's eyes reddened, and she choked out, "Spring?"
Spring, sitting on the bed, heard someone calling her. She looked up and saw it was Susan. After a moment of surprise, she called out, "Mommy!"
Before she could finish speaking, Spring started crying. Her grievance made everyone anxious, especially Susan, who had carried her for ten months.
Seeing Susan arrive, Mary quickly got up and left the bedside.
At that moment, Susan could no longer hold back her emotions. She rushed forward and hugged Spring tightly!
As Susan held Spring in her arms, her heart calmed down. She had been tormented for the past two days, with her mind full of Spring. Seeing that Spring was doing okay, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Spring, be good. Don't cry," Susan said, wiping Spring's tears with her thumb, though her own face was already covered in tears.
Mary, standing nearby, also quietly wiped away a tear.
Seb, standing at the door, couldn't help but be moved. Although his face remained stern, there was a hint of softness in his eyes.
He then stepped inside, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to Susan.
Seeing the checkered handkerchief in front of her, Susan looked up and met Seb's deep eyes.
She couldn't read his emotions from his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, she took the handkerchief and used it to wipe Spring's tears.
"Mommy, play with me. Don't leave!" Spring said, holding onto Susan's hand after her tears were wiped away.
"Okay, I'll stay with you, Spring. I won't go anywhere," Susan said, smiling through her tear-streaked face.
"Mommy, do you like this doll? Daddy bought it for me," Spring said, showing Susan the doll.
"It's beautiful," Susan nodded.
The scene of the mother and daughter cuddling together made Seb frown slightly, but also brought a smile to his lips. He was probably the most conflicted father in the world.
At that moment, the door to the ward opened, and a nurse in a white uniform came in with a tray.
"The medication is ready. We can start the IV now. Please hold the child still; the injection might hurt a bit," the nurse instructed as she began to prepare the IV.
Seeing the needle in the nurse's hand, Susan felt a strong aversion. When Spring was much younger, a stubborn fever had necessitated IV injections, the needle piercing the delicate skin of her little head. It had shattered Susan's heart, but there had been no other choice. Now, with pneumonia, antibiotics were crucial.
"I don't want the injection! I don't want the injection!" Spring cried, trying to burrow into Susan's arms in fear.
Susan had no choice but to hold Spring and soothe her, "Spring, the injection doesn't hurt. Without it, you can't get the medicine, and without the medicine, you can't get better!"
Spring ignored Susan's words and started crying.
The nurse, standing by the bed, was ready with the needle.
Seeing this, Seb stepped forward and said, "There's no reasoning with a child. Hold her still!"
After saying that, he reached out and held Spring's head. Although Susan felt heartbroken, she had no choice but to hold down Spring's little hands and feet.
Spring struggled and cried, and Susan and Seb had to hold her down for the nurse to administer the injection.
As the nurse aimed the needle at Spring's head, Susan turned her face away. Seb, watching everything, frowned deeply.
However, the nurse's technique was off today. She missed the vein twice, and sweat began to form on her forehead.
Susan watched the nurse anxiously, thinking, 'What's she doing? If she can't do it, she should get someone else.'
Spring was crying so hard she was almost out of breath, her face flushing.
The nurse was about to try a third time when Seb suddenly let go of Spring's head and angrily confronted the nurse, "Are you incompetent or just careless? My daughter has been poked twice already! Is it because she's not your child that you don't care?"
"Mr. Anderson, I'm very sorry. I might not be at my best today, but I assure you, I treat every patient with the utmost care, especially children." the nurse said sincerely.
"If you're not at your best, you should have someone else do it!" Seb thundered. "Do you have any idea how much pain my daughter is in? This is negligence! I'm reporting this to the head nurse. You don't deserve to be in this profession!"
It was the first time Susan had seen Seb so unreasonable. To be honest, the nurse was very nervous, sweating as Spring cried. Susan had felt a bit resentful but understood it was normal. She didn't expect Seb to scold the nurse so harshly. Although he was usually cold, he was also polite.
The young nurse, hearing Seb's threat to report her, was at a loss for words and could only cry.
Susan quickly intervened, "He's just upset. Don't take it to heart. How about getting another nurse to give my daughter the injection?"
"Okay," the nurse said, relieved by the patient's family trying to ease the tension. She quickly picked up the tray and left the ward.
"Who said I'm just upset? I will report her!" Seb shouted, still pointing at the nurse as she reached the door.
After the nurse left, Susan frowned and said, "She didn't do it on purpose. If you report her, she'll lose her job!"
Hearing Susan's words, Seb immediately snapped at her, "Didn't you hear Spring crying just now? What kind of mother are you? Why are you always siding with others? We're supposed to be a family, aren't we?"
When Seb said they were supposed to be a family, Susan was stunned!
Did he mean she was still part of his family? Susan's heart started racing.
Seb was also taken aback after saying the last sentence.
The atmosphere in the ward became tense.
Seeing the awkwardness and regret on his face, Susan realized he had misspoken, while she had taken it seriously.
Silently mocking herself, Susan picked up Spring and turned to comfort her, "Spring, be good. Don't cry anymore, okay?"
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