Chapter 302: Injured
However, Brad's phone, which he had just tossed on the bedside table, started ringing.
Man, I really hated phones sometimes. They always seemed to ruin the best moments.
But, let's be real, we can't live without them, no matter how much they suck sometimes.
The phone was just a few feet away from us. My eyesight's pretty sharp, so I glanced over and saw the number on the screen. Didn't recognize it at all.
I only knew a few of Brad's work buddies' numbers, mainly 'cause I didn't hang out with them much. I was not into loud parties, so I never went to their events.
Given the time, I figured it was probably one of his colleagues, maybe someone Brad had helped out before.
I grabbed the phone and held it up to Brad's ear. His big hand covered mine, making it all damp.
After a few words, I felt Brad's muscles tense up. He snatched the phone from me, switched it to his other ear, and stood up, looking all serious, not even noticing his towel had slipped.
"How bad is it? What did the doc say?" Brad's voice was quick, and he looked super serious.
Whoever was hurt must've been really important to him.
I felt my heart tighten too. I jumped out of bed and stood next to him, hugging his arm to comfort him, trying to eavesdrop and figure out who got hurt.
A million scenarios ran through my head about who it could be.
Maybe Emma, or Hugh, or even Daniel.
But the real situation was a shocker. Her injury was unexpected, but thinking about it, it kinda made sense.
She was always causing us trouble anyway.
Brad hung up, and I immediately asked what was up. He didn't even bother drying his hair, just tossed the towel aside and started getting dressed. "Jenny got hurt during her rehab. It's pretty bad. I gotta go check on her."
I glanced at the phone on the bed, its screen still lit. It was 9:47 PM. Rehab at this hour?
Brad quickly changed and saw me just standing there, dazed. He came back and pushed me towards the wardrobe. "What are you standing there for? Get dressed, quick."
Huh?
"You think I'm going alone in the middle of the night? That's just asking for trouble. If something like last time happens again, how am I supposed to explain it? Hurry up, move it."
"She saved your life."
"Yeah, she did, but I'm yours. So you should come with me, and you have every right to be involved and make decisions. Come on, hurry up."
Brad winked at me and even blew me a kiss.
He was trying to charm me again!
Alright, since he was being so sincere, I'd go with him this time.
Honestly, when Brad was getting dressed, I was already thinking about going with him. But since he didn't ask, I didn't wanna say anything, like I didn't trust him.
Truth is, I really didn't trust Jenny.
I got dressed and came out. Mia was in her room, so I told Yancy to look after her before following Brad downstairs and hopping into the car.
When we rolled up to the rehab hospital, a tall sidekick was already waiting on the steps. As soon as he saw Brad's car, he hustled over.
"Mr. Pitt, thank God you're here. You gotta see Jenny, she..." The guy looked like he was about to grab Brad and drag him inside, but Brad turned the car off and came around to help me out first.
The dude's words just hung there, and he stared at us like he couldn't believe it. His frustration was kinda satisfying, not gonna lie.
"Let's head in." Brad took my hand, nodded at the tall guy, and led me up the steps.
As we passed him, I swear I saw his faith in Jenny shatter.
Yeah, Jenny's injury was definitely fishy.
After the last mess, Brad had wised up.
We walked down this long corridor. At the nurse's station, a nurse was scribbling something down. There was an unopened snack bag and a round container, probably with some soup, on the table. The logo on the bag looked familiar.
Brad's height and serious vibe made him look pretty intimidating when he wasn't smiling.
The nurse looked a bit freaked out when she saw Brad. She stopped writing and led us to the ward.
"Mr. Pitt, our rehab sessions run from 9 AM to 5 PM. Jenny went to the rehab room outside those hours without telling us or getting permission."
Basically, the nurse was saying Jenny's late-night rehab was her own doing, not the hospital's.
"Is the rehab room even open? How can patients just waltz in? Isn't that on the hospital?" Brad frowned, clearly not buying the nurse's story.
The nurse probably didn't expect this kind of drama on her night shift.
Having a patient get hurt in the rehab room on her watch was a big deal. She could lose her job or get accused of negligence, making it tough to stay in the field.
If Jenny did this on purpose, she was definitely up to no good.
The nurse looked so stressed her eyes were red, and her voice shook, "I'm just as confused. The room's supposed to be locked after hours. I locked it myself today, I'm sure of it."
The tall guy was trailing behind us. He should've been explaining how they got Jenny into the room and why they were doing rehab at night, but he kept quiet.
Brad stopped and waited for the tall guy to speak up, but he just played dumb.
Given the situation, it was hard to believe Jenny's injury was an accident.
Brad shot a serious look at the tall guy.
"How bad is Jenny hurt?" Brad asked.
The nurse replied, "She's got a bruise on her right calf, a small cut on her left pinky toe that bled a bit, and a little wound on her forehead. All treated. Her mental state and injuries are stable."
Her injuries sounded way less dramatic than the tall guy made them out to be.
As we talked, we reached the ward.
The tall guy stepped ahead and opened the door, revealing the scene inside.
Jenny wasn't in a hospital gown but a silk pajama set, long-sleeved and long-pants. The silk clung to her, making her look more seductive than if she were just exposed.
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