Chapter 378 Hitting Her Husband's Head with a High Heel
Damian had a layer of skin scraped off his forehead, with blood covering the left side of it. His finger seemed to have been pinched somewhere, and his index finger was stained with blood.
The traffic cop finished inspecting the car and, fortunately, it wasn't a rear-end collision or a chain crash. The car owner wasn't in too much trouble either, otherwise, today would have been a mess. "How were you driving? How did you crash like that?"
In a deep voice, Damian said, "My phone fell under the seat, so I unbuckled my seatbelt to get it."
This statement made the traffic cop a bit flustered, as if the person in trouble was his boss. "Wait here, the tow truck will come to handle it."
Damian checked the time. "How long will it take?"
The traffic cop replied, "A conservative estimate would be two hours."
Ashley lifted herself halfway up and then sat back down.
Damian, a professional race car driver, made such a rookie mistake. Was he crazy? Picking up a phone on the highway?
Damian stood tall and elegant by the guardrail, occasionally wiping the blood with the back of his hand.
The traffic cop, seeing his injured yet dignified appearance, struck up a conversation. "You must be a boss, right? Didn't hire a driver?"
Ashley’s car was blocked behind and couldn't pass, so she could only watch the people in front through the glass and listen to their conversation.
What a joke, Damian chatting with a lowly traffic cop?
But Damian was surprisingly approachable, answering every question. "The driver had something to do."
The traffic cop said, "Your car can't be driven. You should call someone to pick you up."
Damian frowned, and a few drops of blood slid down his chiseled face, staining his white shirt with a patch of red. "It might take a while. Let me call..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly staggered and hit the guardrail.
The traffic cop was startled and reached out to support him. "Sir, are you okay? Do you have a concussion?"
Damian closed his eyes, deep lines forming on his brow. "I should be fine."
"Hold on, I'll call an ambulance. Hang in there."
Ashley gritted her teeth, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
The tall Damian was struggling to lean against the guardrail, looking like he might collapse at any moment, a look of pain she rarely saw on his face.
And the word "concussion" immediately reminded her of her own two experiences, the pain and dizziness she remembered all too well.
Damn it!
Ashley unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
"Sir, I know this person. I can take him to the hospital."
Damian was surprised to see Ashley. "What are you doing here?"
Ashley supported his arm. "Don't ask so many questions. Get in the car first. I'll take the nearest exit and get you to the hospital."
Lives were at stake, so the traffic cop didn't say much. "Take the emergency lane and get off at the nearest exit."
Damian hesitated.
Ashley frowned. "What's wrong with you now? Can't walk?"
Damian leaned against the guardrail for support. "You're still mad at me. How can I get in your car?"
The traffic cop finally understood. "So, you two are a couple, huh? Arguing and then racing on the highway for thrills? This is almost a life-and-death situation, and you're still sulking? Get in the car and go to the hospital!"
Ashley opened her mouth but felt that explaining too much at this moment would be pretentious, so she just accepted it.
Once in the car, Damian sat in the passenger seat.
Ashley changed lanes and drove smoothly towards the exit.
"Clean up the blood first," she said stiffly.
Damian took a few tissues and carefully wiped his forehead, occasionally pausing in pain.
"Where are you going?"
Damian replied, "Limehof. I need to inspect an issue with the project team."
What a coincidence?
"Alright."
"And you?"
Ashley replied irritably, "Same place."
Damian glanced at the passing road signs. "It's about an hour's drive to Limehof from here. If it's convenient, could you drop me at the hospital in Limehof? My car needs to be repaired, and I don't know anyone around here."
Ashley stared straight ahead, not looking at him, but his presence was pervasive, occupying her every thought. "Mr. Hearst can mobilize his subordinates with a single call, and you're telling me you don't know anyone?"
Damian said, "I can't let them know I'm injured."
Ashley looked at his right hand, which couldn't lift heavy objects a few days ago, and now he was driving on the highway. "I think you're asking for it," he said.
Damian moved his slightly numb right hand. "Yes, I forgot in the rush."
Ashley was speechless.
Not wanting to engage with him, Ashley chose to remain silent.
After about half an hour, Damian asked, "Do you have any food?"
Ashley glanced at him. "You haven't eaten?"
"I was in a hurry and didn't have time."
There were four leftover pieces of bread in the glove compartment. Ashley couldn't help but say, "No..."
Damian opened the glove compartment and saw the leftover bread. "Isn't there some here?"
"Those are my leftovers."
Ashley knew how picky Damian was. He wouldn't touch food that wasn't from the best sources or had the worst quality control.
And now, he wanted to eat her leftovers?
Damian opened the cheap plastic container, picked up a piece of bread, and put it in his mouth. "Where did you buy this? It tastes alright."
Ashley suspected he had really hit his head hard and needed to get to the hospital quickly. "At the service area."
Hearing where it was bought, he didn't throw it out the window but ate each piece elegantly.
Ashley was now convinced he had lost his mind.
After exiting at Limehof, Ashley used the GPS to take Damian to the hospital where he had previously treated his arm.
The car stopped outside the emergency room. Ashley asked, "Can you manage on your own?"
Damian held his forehead, feeling it. "I'll be fine."
With that, he struggled to walk a few steps.
Ashley bit her lip, deciding to leave once he was in the emergency room.
Soon, medical staff were helping him, seemingly explaining something.
It looked like he was going to be okay.
"Is that patient your friend?"
Someone knocked on the car window, bringing Ashley back to reality. "What?"
"Your friend is seriously injured, and you're not going to stay with him? What about all the tests, payments, and admission procedures? How will he manage?"
Ashley thought to herself, Nurse, you're overthinking it. The hospital director will personally attend to him soon.
The nurse was straightforward. "I've seen many couples like you, fighting and not caring if the other lives or dies! There's even one upstairs, where the woman hit her husband on the head with a high heel in a fit of anger, causing intracranial bleeding."
Ashley was exasperated. "Nurse, you misunderstood. We..."
"What do you mean? Please hurry up and check on him. He might have intracranial bleeding too."
Ashley was taken aback and didn't dare argue further. She got out of the car and followed the nurse. "I didn't realize it was this serious. He seemed stable on the way here."
The nurse rolled her eyes. "The unseen injuries are the worst. Please hurry up and get him a brain CT scan. Don't tell the patient yet, or he might get more anxious."
Ashley rushed forward and supported Damian, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Damian looked back, surprised to see her still there. "You didn't leave?"
Ashley remained expressionless. "Don't talk."
Damian closed his mouth, a slight smile forming at the corners of his lips.
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