Chapter 210 You're Bleeding
His query, deliberately lowered and then raised, carried a different implication.
Anna's face tensed, " You mean you'll massage wherever I say?" What did he want to suggest?
The thought of inappropriate places flashed through her mind, and she shook her head violently: "No, it's just normal places."
"So you mean the place I'm talking about is not normal? Huh?"
Anna: "..."
Yes! The topic he brought up had that connotation, so how had it become that she was the one with impure thoughts!
Unable to outtalk him, she pinched his leg.
"Uh..." Giorgio grunted, retracting his leg: "You've got quite a grip. Seems like you're still in good spirits."
"Hmph, of course, dare to tease me again, and watch out, I'll pinch you harder," Anna retorted, stood up, went over to find the phone she had previously buried next to the fire pit, and tried to turn it on.
However, the screen remained black, unresponsive.
"I thought if it warmed up, it might charge itself enough to at least make a 911 call."
Giorgio's phone actually had a feature that could send out an SOS signal even when turned off, but unfortunately, for Charlie's sake, it was left turned off at the hotel.
"Now we can only wait until 8 in the morning; someone will probably notice by then."
Eight o'clock, seven hours to go.
Still, the coldest part of the night.
Anna was a bit worried about the child, also worried about Giorgio; he was wearing so little, she wasn't sure if he could make it through.
Just as she was thinking this, the man's deep voice said, "Charlie might have a fever."
Fever?
Anna hurried over and knelt beside him, reaching out to touch Charlie's forehead, indeed feeling an unusual temperature, her brows furrowed tight:
"He's running a bit of a fever, what should we do? There's no medicine for cold or fever in the bag, and there are no herbs in the cave to treat a cold. Could it become serious, dangerous?"
Her voice was anxious, worried, almost on the verge of tears.
Giorgio spoke softly to comfort her: "Don't panic, he may have caught a cold from playing in the snow this afternoon. We'll find a doctor in the morning; it won't be a big problem."
"What if no one finds us by tomorrow morning? Then we'll be stuck here indefinitely. And the child is still young, it's hard to ensure there won't be any issues in such cold snowy conditions. No, I'll give him my clothes first, then we can try to figure out a way to get out."
As Anna spoke, she ignored Giorgio’s objections, took off her coat, covered the child with it, and then stood up to look around. The concern that came from her heart was so distinctive that it could be identified just by her voice.
Giorgio looked around, placed a coat on top of the previously lit fire pit, set Charlie on it, and then covered Charlie firmly with another coat. Once he made sure everything was fine, he stood up behind Anna and said softly, "Calm down, the situation isn’t as bad as you think." He didn't want the young one to get sick and the older one to panic.
But what he didn't know was that Penny had been weak and ill when she was one year old. She had high fevers multiple times that almost turned into pneumonia, fool, casting a severe psychological shadow over her. She couldn't rest easy, anxiously grabbing his arm: "You haven't experienced it; many times, situations are a hundred times worse than you expect. I don’t want anything to happen to Charlie; we have to find a way." She was anxious, nervous, and panicky.
Giorgio's dark eyes were intense as he reached out with a long arm and pulled forcefully. Her soft body was drawn into his embrace. He stood tall and broad, enveloping her small form, his voice steady and serious: "Alright, I’ll find a way, but only if you calm down, then we can think clearly."
Anna nodded, took a deep breath of air, and adjusted her emotions: "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about Penny being seriously ill, nearly losing Penny, that's why I’m anxious." "It's okay. Trust me, Charlie has a good constitution," Giorgio reassured her, then let go of her to observe their surroundings.
Anna looked at the high walls, wishing they could fly or climb up there. That's right! "How solid do you think these walls are? We could dig footholds, like those found in children's playgrounds for climbing, create one after another and step on them to climb up." Giorgio had thought of this method, but: "It could cause a collapse, burying us underneath, making the situation even more dangerous." Anna: "…Is there any other way to get up?"
Giorgio replied seriously, "We didn’t bring any tools. Our options are very limited. Here’s what we'll do: you stand on my shoulders and try digging upwards using the method you mentioned before. If you feel the wall giving away, stop immediately." Now, this was the only option left. "Mhm," Anna nodded, took her phone, quickly stepped on Giorgio's shoulders, and used the phone as a tool to hit the wall. The result... 'Whoosh!' As soon as she struck, a pile of snow cascaded down. Giorgio immediately stepped back, lowering Anna: "No, this method won’t work." Anna, who had seen a glimmer of hope, felt disappointed again.
She wanted to say something, but suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, followed by a warm flow. No way! Just her luck, her period had started! Could there possibly be anything worse or more painful than today? Except for that night four years ago, certainly not!
"What's wrong?" Giorgio noticed her change in mood and asked with a frown. Anna held her abdomen, sitting next to Charlie, "It’s nothing. I’ll sit here with Charlie while you think of another solution." The last thing she wanted was for him to know she was on her period without sanitary products, getting all messy! Even less did she want him to know she was in extreme discomfort every month, becoming a burden. Their current environment was difficult enough.
However, Giorgio’s sensitivity was always quite keen, especially towards things like blood. He quickly approached her: "Are you having menstrual cramps?"
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