Chapter 197 A Call From Jessica
Gabriel woke up in the hospital.
His injuries were bad, but luckily, nothing internal was affected. There were just some nasty cuts and bruises on his body.
Nothing life-threatening.
The doctor had patched him up with the best meds, and after a couple of nights' rest, he was doing a lot better.
Still, his upper body was wrapped in layers of bandages, making him look pretty beat up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Diana lying beside him.
Gabriel moved his fingers slightly, and Diana woke up immediately.
Seeing him awake, she was overjoyed, crying and laughing at the same time. She asked, "Gabriel, you're awake? You're really awake?"
Gabriel reassured her, "I'm fine, don't worry."
After saying that, Gabriel thought about what happened that day and felt a heavy sense of guilt.
But he had to admit, the reason he was still alive was because of her.
Gabriel stammered, "Diana, are you okay?"
Gabriel found himself unable to finish his sentence, his words trailing off. Diana quickly reached out and covered his mouth, saying, "Gabriel, don't speak, just don't."
Diana reasoned, "I feel it's worth it, no matter what it takes, to save you. Even if it costs me my life, I am willing to go to any lengths."
She added, "As long as you're alive, that's enough."
After Diana finished speaking, tears streamed down her face.
Gabriel looked at her, feeling a twinge of distress. After all, she was once the closest person to him.
But more than that, he felt sympathy and guilt.
A deep sense of guilt, like threads, tightly wrapped around his heart.
If he could, he would rather have perished that night.
Gabriel apologized, "I'm sorry, Diana."
Diana shook her head desperately, and insisted, "No, Gabriel, don't say that."
Gabriel said seriously, "But I'm not worth it, you shouldn't save me. You know, I'd rather die there."
Diana replied desperately, "No, Gabriel, I love you so much. How can I just stand by and watch you die? If you die, what's the point of my life?"
The more she spoke, the more agitated Diana became.
Suddenly, she threw herself into Gabriel's arms.
Because she moved too quickly and forcefully, she hit Gabriel's wound, causing him to let out a groan.
Diana immediately looked at him nervously, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Gabriel, I didn't mean to. Are you okay? Do you need me to call the doctor?"
"No need," Gabriel said as he shook his head.
This time, Diana moved more gently. She lay on her side, resting her head on Gabriel's chest.
Listening to his heartbeat, she softly said, "Gabriel, you don't need to feel guilty or burdened."
Diana claimed, "What I want is very simple. As long as you're alive, I ask for nothing more."
As she said these words, a satisfied smile appeared on Diana's lips.
In her heart, she was full of pride.
Back then, she had spent a year with Gabriel.
Diana knew him quite well. After this incident, whether he still loved her or not, he wouldn't leave her alone.
Even if she comforted him thousands of times, telling him not to feel guilty; he would still feel guilty.
As long as he had this guilt, she could achieve something she wanted.
She quietly ,uttered to herself, "Jessica, just wait. I won't let you get what you want."
She added, "I said, I would never let you be with Gabriel."
But Diana never expected Gabriel to push her away.
Diana asked, "Gabriel, what's wrong?"
Seeing him push her away, left Diana confused.
Gabriel told her sternly, "Diana, I'm really grateful to you. Thank you for saving me. Nevertheless, aside from anything related to myself, I can compensate you with whatever you want."
Diana quickly caught on to what Gabriel meant.
She opened her mouth and quickly said, "Gabriel, I don't want to talk about this now. We can discuss it later. Right now, your health is the most important priority. Get well first, and we'll talk about everything else later."
Gabriel said, "Diana."
Gabriel wanted to continue speaking.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
He looked at it; it was a call from Jessica.
A rush of tenderness filled his heart, and he almost picked up immediately.
But realizing he was still in the hospital, his body wrapped in bandages, he sadly let his hand fall back down.
He looked terrible right now. If Jessica saw him, she would be very worried.
Moreover, he didn't want her to see him injured. He always wanted to show her his best side.
But he couldn't bear to hang up.
The phone kept ringing.
"It's a call from Jessica, isn't it? Why don't you answer? You're injured now; you must miss her a lot," Diana said understandingly, biting her lip.
Gabriel remarked, "I don't want her to see me like this or to worry about me."
Diana bit her lip even harder, almost drawing blood if she hadn't controlled herself.
So, he didn't want Jessica to worry. Did he love Jessica that much? Did he care about her that much?
She thought self-righteously, 'Gabriel, I was the one who saved you. How can you be so cruel to me?'
Her thoughts filled with jealousy, 'You didn't even care about me.All you think about is Jessica.Where do you place me?'
One call ended, then the second, third, and fourth.
It wasn't until the fifth call that Gabriel's phone finally went silent.
He picked up his phone and saw over a hundred missed calls. His heart felt like it was being torn apart.
So many calls. How heartbroken and worried must his Jessica be?
She must be very worried about him.
Suddenly, Gabriel noticed an important piece of information.
Looking at the date, he stared at the numbers. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.
"What day is it today?!" he asked Diana, raising his voice.
"The 18th, why?" Diana replied, curious.
The 18th?
That meant two days had passed.
Gabriel inquired, "So, you mean I've been unconscious here for two days?"
As he asked this, Gabriel's body suddenly went limp, leaning back as if all his strength had been drained.
No wonder Jessica had called him over a hundred times.
More than two days, almost three days, Jessica hadn't been able to reach him, hadn't heard his voice, didn't know his situation. She must have been worried sick.
Thinking of this, Gabriel couldn't hold back any longer. He threw off the covers and got up to leave.
