Chapter 997: Spend the Rest of Your Life in a Wheelchair
The car pulled up to the hospital, and a bunch of specialists were already waiting. They quickly wheeled Joshua into the ER.
Dermot came over to support Evelyn. He was about to comfort her when he noticed she felt really hot. "Are you still running a fever?"
This morning, she seemed fine, so he thought the fever meds had worked.
"I'm fine; go check on Joshua," Evelyn insisted, trying to wait outside the ER.
But Dermot scooped her up. "Stay put. I'll handle Joshua. You need a doctor now."
Evelyn couldn't argue and let him carry her to find a doctor.
Maybe it was Dermot's scent, or maybe she was just exhausted, but as soon as they got inside, she passed out.
Dermot rushed her to the doctor's office. Her temperature was 104 degrees Fahrenheit. If it went higher, it could be serious.
When Evelyn woke up, it was already dark.
She stared at the ceiling, a bit dazed, trying to remember what happened.
Suddenly, she sat up.
The IV needle almost came out, waking Dermot, who was dozing off beside her.
"Evelyn, you're awake? I'll get you some food," Dermot said, touching her forehead. He was relieved she wasn't hot anymore.
Evelyn grabbed his hand. "How's Joshua?"
She didn't know where he was shot, but there was a lot of blood, so it had to be serious.
"Sweetie, let's eat first," Dermot said, trying to comfort her.
But it only made her more scared. "What's wrong with him?"
"Don't worry; he's not dead," Dermot said. "But his spine is injured, and he'll need to stay in the hospital for a while."
Evelyn wasn't dumb. She knew a spine injury was serious.
She looked at Dermot, tears in her eyes. "Is Joshua in a vegetative state?"
"No, it's not that bad," Dermot said, but he felt uneasy.
"Then what's the situation?" Evelyn was anxious. Dermot's hesitation made her more agitated.
Dermot sighed. "The doctor said he might spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair."
A wheelchair.
Evelyn's mind went blank.
"How could this happen?" She was shocked. Joshua was so young. If he had to spend his life in a wheelchair, what would he do?
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Dermot gently wiped them away. "I've contacted top doctors internationally. We'll find a way."
"Okay, thank you," Evelyn said, but the tears kept coming.
"I want to see him," she said, looking at Dermot, hoping he'd take her to Joshua.
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