Chapter 390: Everyone Must Live to Be a Hundred
The hospital room door clicked shut.
Margaret felt so embarrassed she wanted to vanish. She had no idea how she would face Alvin after this.
When she looked up and saw Raymond smirking, she got even more annoyed and glared at him. "Stop laughing."
"Alright, if my wife tells me not to laugh, I won't laugh," Raymond said, reaching for her hand.
She pulled away.
"Are you mad because we didn't finish what we started?"
"Raymond!" Margaret's face turned even redder. She couldn't deny that he had a point.
Raymond's smile faded as he held her fingertips tightly. "Once I get better, we'll finish what we started. Don't worry."
"Who's worried?" Margaret shot back, pulling her hand away.
Raymond didn't get upset. "You pulled your hand away, and you're not mad?"
"Raymond, are you trying to drive me crazy so you can get a younger, prettier wife?"
"Don't worry. If you die, I won't live alone either."
His words stunned her, and all her anger melted away. When he was in the ICU in critical condition, she had thought the same thing.
Even though she was deeply moved, tears welling up in her eyes, she knew he wasn't just trying to comfort her. It was the truth. Not wanting him to see her cry, she turned away and said, "If you can't say anything nice, just say less. Stop talking about dying."
She wanted him to live, and live well.
To live a long, healthy life.
"Margaret, can you help me to the bathroom?" Raymond's hoarse voice came from behind her.
Margaret turned around and saw all the equipment attached to him. Raymond said, "Turn it off."
"Are you sure it's okay?"
"It'll be fine."
Margaret turned off the equipment, held the IV bag, and helped Raymond, dressed in his hospital gown, out of bed and into the bathroom.
When she started to help him with his pants, he stepped back. "You go out. I'll do it myself."
"We're married. What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't seen it before." Margaret held the IV bag in one hand, her other hand frozen in mid-air.
Raymond didn't want her to see him in such a vulnerable state. He wanted to maintain the image of being strong and capable in her eyes.
"I've been doing it myself these past few days. Just wait outside. Please." Raymond's tone was almost pleading.
Margaret understood his concern and handed him the IV bag. "I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
After Margaret left, Raymond struggled to take off his pants.
When he was done, he felt something warm under his nose. Realizing what was happening, he moved to the sink, holding the cold IV bag.
He turned on the light.
In the mirror, he saw bright red blood dripping from his nose into the sink.
The sink was stained red.
Raymond panicked, worried that Margaret would notice. He quickly turned on the faucet, letting the water wash away the blood.
He washed the blood from under his nose with cold water.
Another nosebleed.
This wasn't the first time.
This time, there was more blood than before.
Raymond stuffed tissue into his nose. Was it stress causing the frequent nosebleeds, or was the air too dry?
Or maybe it was because he had been holding back for too long?
He decided he couldn't abstain too often.
He was young and healthy. It couldn't be a serious health issue.
"Raymond, why are you taking so long?" Margaret knocked on the bathroom door.
He turned and saw her silhouette through the frosted glass.
"Raymond, I'm talking to you." Her tone was more anxious.
She was so concerned, just like the Margaret he remembered.
Back when they first got together in college, she cared about him so much, always finding ways to run into him, creating opportunities to be with him, following him around like a little sidekick.
Raymond turned off the faucet, removed the tissue from his nose, and flushed it down the toilet. "I'll be right out."
Once he was sure the nosebleed had stopped, he opened the door.
"Why did it take so long? You scared me." Margaret quickly took the IV bag from him and helped him back to bed.
Raymond smirked. "You really don't want to be a widow, huh?"
"If you die, I'll find a young, handsome guy to make you jealous," Margaret shot back.
She helped him back into bed, reconnected the IV, and turned the equipment back on. The machines started working again.
Margaret glanced into the bathroom, then came back out. Raymond asked, "What are you looking for?"
"Wait here. I'll be right back."
About ten minutes later, Margaret returned with an electric razor. Raymond raised an eyebrow. "Do you need that?"
"Lie down. I'll shave you." Margaret read the instructions and started shaving him.
Raymond frowned. "Have you ever done this before?"
"It's my first time."
Raymond gave her a complicated look, making her feel guilty. "If you're worried, I can ask Alvin to do it."
"I trust you."
Margaret wasn't sure if she was just clumsy or if it was because it was her first time using an electric razor. She had no other options from the store.
After a few awkward attempts, Raymond praised her for picking it up quickly, but then the razor nicked his chin.
Raymond winced in pain.
"Maybe we should let Alvin do it?"
"It's fine."
Margaret ended up giving him several small cuts. She used tissue to stop the bleeding, feeling guilty. Raymond smiled and reassured her, "It doesn't hurt. Really."
"Raymond, do you think I'm useless? I can't do anything right. I just hold you back. I can't even shave you properly."
"If you did everything perfectly, what would you need me for?" Raymond patted her head and then suddenly leaned in.
Margaret's face turned red, her heart racing like a startled deer.
She closed her eyes.
But she waited and waited, and he didn't kiss her.
"Why are your eyes closed?" Raymond teased.
Margaret opened her eyes, embarrassed and annoyed. "Raymond, you just like to mess with me!"
His kiss came unexpectedly, like rain after a long drought.
Their lips fit together perfectly, a beautiful harmony.
"Margaret," Raymond said, pulling away, his hand caressing her cheek, her skin smooth like fine jade.
"Yes?" Margaret replied.
"I promise I won't take any more risks. I can't bear the thought of you being a widow. So let's live long, healthy lives together."
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