Chapter 123 William in A Coma
'William, you better be okay!' Margaret gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain to get out of bed. She had to find William, see him with her own eyes, and make sure he wasn't hurt.
"Ms. Scott, you're awake?" Jones popped in, pushing the door open.
"Jones, it's so good to see you're alright," Margaret felt a wave of relief and quickly asked, "Where's William? Have you seen him?"
Jones hesitated, glancing at Margaret before speaking, "Mr. Fisher, he..."
"What happened to him?" Margaret's impatience flared, her tone urgent.
"He's hurt bad, getting emergency treatment right now," Jones sighed, adding, "It's serious."
Margaret's mind went blank. William got hurt because of her.
The warehouse explosion kept replaying in her head. If he hadn't tried to save her, William wouldn't be in this mess.
"Where's the emergency room?" Margaret shouted at Jones.
Jones, startled by her outburst, quickly replied, "Eighteenth floor."
Before he finished, Margaret bolted out of the ward, heading straight for the elevator. But the elevator was on the top floor, so she turned and dashed for the stairs, racing up to the eighteenth floor.
Her ward was on the fifth floor, and she climbed thirteen floors non-stop, finally reaching the eighteenth floor.
"Where's William?" Margaret grabbed a doctor in a white coat, asking frantically.
"Oh, you mean Mr. Fisher from the Fisher Group?" The doctor looked her up and down, pointing inside. "He's in the emergency room over there."
"How is he? Is he okay?" Margaret asked, her voice trembling.
The doctor shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know."
Margaret, anxious and worried, ran to the emergency room door but was stopped by a nurse. "Sorry, Miss, the doctors are treating the patient; you can't go in."
"Is the patient inside okay?" Margaret's eyes were glued to the tightly closed emergency room door, asking anxiously.
The nurse smiled politely. "Please rest assured, the doctors are doing their best."
She couldn't be at ease. If anything happened to William, she'd feel guilty forever.
Margaret was a wreck, clasping her hands in front of her chest, praying non-stop. 'He'll be fine, William's lucky, he won't be hurt!'
"Ms. Scott." A familiar voice reached Margaret's ears. She turned to see Bruce and several managers from the Fisher Group's Fleurancia branch sitting by the emergency room, all looking worried.
Margaret walked over. "Bruce, how's William?"
Bruce's face was grim. "I just got here. Rushed over as soon as I heard. How did this happen?"
"I don't know, the warehouse exploded," Margaret rubbed her temples, replying.
Then it hit her. The warehouse didn't blow up earlier or later, but right when she and William were there. Could it really be just a coincidence?
Right then, the emergency room doors swung open, and the doctors wheeled William out.
"William, are you okay?" Margaret rushed over, her eyes full of worry.
But William didn't respond. He was out cold, lying there on the hospital bed, his usually handsome face pale, eyes shut, with bandages on his head and legs, blood seeping through.
Seeing him like that, Margaret almost lost it. She took a deep breath, trying to keep it together; she couldn't fall apart now.
"Doctor, is he gonna be okay?" Margaret's voice shook as she turned to the doctor. She dreaded the answer.
The doctor spoke seriously, "Mr. Fisher got hit on the head and leg by a steel beam. The head injury is pretty bad. We did what we could, but it's still touch and go."
Margaret's heart sank. 'Why did William have to be so reckless, risking his life for me?'
"When will he wake up?" Margaret bit her lip, desperate for answers.
The doctor sighed, "It's hard to say. He might wake up tomorrow, or he might..."
He didn't finish, but the message was clear. Worry, anxiety, and regret swirled in Margaret's heart. She looked at the unconscious William and declared, "No, William will be fine!"
Bruce patted her shoulder. "Yeah, he'll be fine. Ms. Scott, you're hurt too; go back to your ward and rest. We'll handle things here."
"I'm fine, I want to stay with William." Margaret shook her head.
The doctor moved William to a VIP ward, and Margaret sat by his bed, staring at his familiar, handsome face, speaking softly, "I'm sorry, William, it's all my fault you got hurt. If I hadn't insisted on coming to Fleurancia, none of this would've happened."
She paused, then held his hand. "William, you have to wake up, you must wake up!"
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door. Margaret tiptoed to open it, finding Jones outside.
"Jones, what's up?" she asked quietly.
Jones glanced into the ward. "Is Mr. Fisher okay?"
Margaret pressed her lips together. "He's still out."
Jones sighed, "I never saw this coming. Mr. Fisher will pull through."
Margaret looked up at Jones. "As soon as we got to Fleurancia, the warehouse blew up. It's too much of a coincidence, Jones. Found anything?"
"Everything happened so fast." Jones's eyes showed hesitation. "At the explosion site, the firefighters found two bodies."
Margaret's heart skipped a beat. "Two bodies? Who are they?"
"Preliminary guess is they were warehouse staff, but we need DNA tests to be sure," Jones said seriously. "There might've been tampering with the raw materials, maybe by those two."
Margaret nodded thoughtfully. "Jones, keep digging. Find out if those two tampered with the materials and if they're linked to the explosion."
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