Chapter 477 Taking Care
Lucas sat quietly in the corner of the hospital room, his eyes gentle and focused on Emma, as if afraid she might disappear again. He remained motionless, displaying none of the typical restlessness or impatience characteristic of a child.
His mind, however, was racing. How could he distract Michael to get a moment alone with Emma?
He decided to wait for the right opportunity.
Lucas carefully opened his small backpack, which contained some everyday items he had prepared. It was clear he was ready for a long stay; from the moment he came to visit Emma, he had no intention of leaving.
First, he gently folded a small white towel and placed it neatly on the bedside table. Then, he cautiously poured a cup of lukewarm water.
"Mom, let me help you drink some water," he said in a sweet, childlike voice but with a serious tone.
Holding the cup with both hands, Lucas stood by the bed and carefully brought the straw to Emma's lips. His forehead was slightly sweaty from concentration, and his brows furrowed lightly.
Emma looked at Lucas in surprise, deeply moved by his seriousness. She opened her mouth slightly, and Lucas immediately guided the straw in, holding the cup with extreme care to avoid spilling or choking her.
After she finished drinking, Lucas gently wiped the water droplets from her mouth with the small towel, his actions so tender it was heart-wrenching.
"Mom, can I tell you a long and interesting story?" Lucas asked, pulling out a thin fairy tale book and looking at Emma expectantly.
Who could refuse such a look?
Emma nodded slightly, and Lucas began to tell a story about a lost little snail.
The story was extensive and rich with details and repetitions. The little snail wandered through a vast forest, met a friendly rabbit, then a hardworking ant, and then a winding stream. Lucas described every detail as if narrating an epic.
Emma listened quietly. Although the story was so dull it could put one to sleep, she remained focused on Lucas, her eyes full of tenderness and love. Michael, on the other hand, sat in a chair nearby, clearly bored, frequently checking his watch with a look of impatience.
Just then, Michael's phone rang, interrupting Lucas's rambling story. Relieved, he answered the call and stepped out of the room.
The room was quiet and warm, with soft afternoon sunlight streaming through the slight gap in the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the white bed and Lucas. The faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, but his innocent storytelling made the atmosphere feel especially cozy.
Lucas stood by the bed, holding the thick fairy tale book with bright eyes, using exaggerated and lively gestures as he narrated. His voice was clear and childlike, yet filled with innocent confidence. He mimicked the slow voice of the snail and the lively tones of the forest animals, bringing the entire fairy tale world to life.
Emma lay on the bed, her gaze soft and focused on Lucas. She listened quietly, a faint, gentle smile on her lips, her eyes full of love. Occasionally, when Lucas reached an especially exciting or amusing part of the story, she would smile subtly, encouraging him with her loving gaze, affirming every part of his narration.
The two of them seemed to be in a warm little world of their own, isolated from the outside. Everything around them became blurred and distant. In the small hospital room, Lucas's innocent and passionate storytelling intertwined with Emma's gentle, attentive gaze, creating a heartwarming and touching atmosphere.
After finishing the story, Lucas suddenly fell silent. His once bright eyes dimmed, his brows furrowed slightly, and a deep worry appeared on his face. He gently put down the fairy tale book, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"What's wrong, Lucas?" Emma noticed the subtle change in Lucas's mood, her voice soft and concerned as she gently touched his head.
Lucas looked up at Emma, his eyes filled with obvious worry and fear. "Mom, I'm really worried about Dad."
"Why?" Emma was puzzled. "Isn't he fine?"
Lucas's voice began to tremble. "No, Dad got shot a bunch of times by bad guys on the island while protecting you. He's covered in wounds and in really bad shape. I'm scared he might die." His eyes were already slightly red, his voice full of concern for George.
Emma's expression turned blank and confused. "That can't be. How could George be hurt? Didn't he hand me over to the pirates?" Her memory seemed stuck in a vague moment.
"No, Mom!" Lucas urgently explained, his voice filled with determination. "Dad fought the pirates to save you, risking his life. He got shot several times and is still in the hospital." He tried to convince Emma with his innocent but firm tone.
Emma shook her head, her eyes filled with confusion. "Impossible! George wouldn't risk himself for me."
Lucas became anxious, grabbing Emma's hand, his eyes full of pleading. "Mom, please believe me. I'm not lying. Let's go see Dad together, okay? I want to show you how he's doing."
His eyes were full of pleading and worry, his voice filled with pure concern for George, making it heart-wrenching.
Emma nodded, "Okay, I'll go with you to see George.".
Lucas gently held Emma's hand, leading her step by step towards George's room.
He was incredibly anxious inside, wanting to rush to George's room immediately to check on him. But he knew Emma had just gotten out of bed and was still very weak. So, he suppressed his impatience, carefully holding Emma's hand, watching her face closely with every step to ensure she was comfortable.
"Mom, let's take it slow. How are you feeling?" he asked gently and concernedly as they walked. When they reached the corner of the hospital corridor, he thoughtfully supported Emma's arm, afraid she might trip or feel unwell. This young Lucas was taking great care of the most important person to him.
Though it was a short distance, it took them a long time to walk.
Every few steps, Lucas would ask, "Mom, are you okay? Do you need to rest?" He would only proceed after Emma offered her reassurance, guiding her with care each step of the way.
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