Chapter 59 Her Vulnerable Side
After a series of examinations, Patricia was sent to a private ward.
Martin looked at Patricia, pale-faced and unconscious, with bandages wrapped around her head. He tightly clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands, as if he was enduring a freezing blizzard from a faraway land.
The doctor reported the examination results beside him.
"Miss Watson suffered soft tissue damage on her face, a moderate concussion, and no intracranial bleeding was found. With observation for one night, and if there are no symptoms such as vomiting or fever, she will recover after some treatment."
Martin narrowed his eyes and asked, "What if there is vomiting or fever?"
Seeing Martin's dark and ominous face, the doctor broke into a cold sweat and cautiously replied, "If there are vomiting and fainting, it will pose a life-threatening situation, and immediate surgery will be necessary."
"Life-threatening?" Martin's pupils suddenly contracted, filled with intense anger.
The doctor lowered his head, rigidly nodded, and said, "Mr. Langley, please rest assured. With the advancement of medical technology, Miss Watson will be fine."
Martin's face turned gloomy with no words. He looked at the bruises on Patricia's body and felt as if a sharp blade had been ruthlessly thrust into his heart, making it impossible for him to breathe. The whole person as consumed by guilt and self-reproach.
Gently, he brushed away the stray hair from Patricia's ears and whispered, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you end up in this situation. I never expected them to dare harm you like this."
Unfortunately, his remorse, guilt, and self-blame fell on deaf ears to the comatose Patricia. The only response he received was a deafening silence.
Martin's chest tightened with a sharp ache.
Without his command, the doctor dared not leave and stood there in silence, like a condemned prisoner awaiting the judge's verdict, their heart pounding uncontrollably.
The air in the hospital room grew increasingly thin, making it difficult to breathe. The doctor's nerves were tightly wound, pulling and straining, on the verge of breaking, when suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open, and Randy appeared in the nick of time.
Randy walked to the bedside and saw the unrecognizable form of Patricia, unable to hold back his tears, he repeatedly struck Martin.
"Daddy, how could Mommy end up like this? You told me she'd be okay. You lied to me. I'm really angry with you."
Martin stood there, unfazed, allowing Randy to strike him. Seeing Martin's attention diverted, the doctor swiftly turned and fled from the room.
After a while, Martin squatted down, still holding Randy, and placed him on a nearby chair. His eyes reddened, his voice choked, "Randy, I'm sorry. I didn't protect Mommy."
"..." Randy cried, in deep distress, his teeth gritted with anger. "Then tell me, who did this to Mommy? I want to kill them."
Martin motioned for him to be silent, placing a finger to his lips.
"Hush, Mommy is very weak right now. Let's keep our voices low and allow her to rest properly. We'll talk about getting justice once she wakes up. You don't have to take matters into your own hands; Daddy will make sure those people suffer worse than they can imagine."
Afraid of disturbing Patricia, Randy refrained from crying and spoke softly, "Daddy, you must punish those people. Mommy shouldn't be hurt for no reason."
Martin nodded, making a solemn promise, "Daddy won't let you down."
Randy leaned against Martin's embrace, and the father and son remained in the hospital room, waiting for Patricia to wake up.
And so, they waited until late into the night.
Randy couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and drifted to sleep in Martin's arms. Gently, Martin placed him on the couch, covering him with a thin blanket from the cabinet.
Meanwhile, Patricia, lost in her coma, was plagued by nightmares.
In her dreams, she was locked in a prison cell, and Cody, dressed in a police uniform, pinned her down, violently tearing at her clothes, his foul-smelling breath repeatedly coming close to her body.
Her body was covered in the marks he left behind. She tried to scream for help. But Cody didn't give her a chance to speak, slapping her face again and again.
It hurt so much, and she felt utterly hopeless.
As her last piece of clothing was ripped off by Cody, she completely broke down, tears streaming uncontrollably. Summoning some unknown strength, she finally let out a desperate scream.
"Don't...don't touch me..." Along with her heart-wrenching cries, her body shot up, and her eyes snapped open.
Martin knew she had a nightmare and immediately rushed over, "Are you okay? What happened?"
Hearing the familiar voice and seeing the familiar face, Patricia clung to him like a drowning person grasping a life-saving straw, trembling in his thin arms.
"Somebody wanted to violate me, save me... save me..."
After such a long time apart, Martin saw her so fragile for the first time, and his heart twisted into a knot. He tightly wrapped his arm around her waist and soothingly patted her back with his other hand.
"It's okay, I've already rescued you... Everything's fine now... I will protect you, and no one will ever dare to hurt you again."
Patricia couldn't shake off her nightmare, "He was so terrifying, tearing my clothes, his mouth incessantly making vulgar noises on my body, he... he wanted to take off my pants... I wanted to scream for help, but I couldn't make a sound. I was so scared, really scared..."
Martin involuntarily visualized the scene she described—a face full of evil, as if the devil himself had come from hell. He wished he could kill that scum immediately.
Patricia continued, "He bit my neck, my collarbone, but I had no ability to resist. I hate my own helplessness..."
Martin gently cupped her face, forcing her to look at him, "Look at me, you're safe now! I crippled that scumbag's hands; he won't dare to even come near you anymore..."
"Safe? Safe?" Patricia murmured absentmindedly, unable to return to reality, her mind in chaos.
Martin kissed her lips firmly, "Can you feel it? This is my breath, my warmth, not that villain! You're truly safe now, it's all fine!"
As he spoke, he kissed her red lips over and over again.
Through his repeated reassurances, Patricia gradually regained her consciousness and looked at Martin dazedly, her scattered pupils gradually focusing.
"Martin?"
Martin nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's me! I've come to save you!"
After confirming his identity, all of Patricia's grievances poured out. As the tight strings of fear suddenly relaxed, she hugged Martin tightly, unable to control her sobbing, displaying all her vulnerability before him.
"It's really you! I thought I was finished..." Patricia's voice broke off as she was overcome with sobs. "Do you know how scared I was at that time?"
Martin choked up, holding her tightly in his arms, his voice hoarse, "I know, I know, I'm sorry I came late. I didn't know he could be so bold, actually daring to do such a thing in a protected facility."
Patricia wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, venting all her fear and sorrow. Martin's sturdy hands patted her back gently, allowing her to release all her emotions silently.
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