Chapter 556 Want to Use the Bathroom
Winona noticed the serious look on Zachary's face and immediately felt a wave of anxiety. She put down her bowl and pulled the curtain around his bed. "What's wrong? Is your leg hurting?"
Zachary had a fractured leg, with his left shin being particularly bad—a comminuted fracture. He was in a cast, and a few of his ribs were cracked too.
"Yeah," Zachary replied.
Winona touched his leg, feeling the hard cast. She wasn't a professional and couldn't tell if the pain was normal post-surgery. "I'll call the doctor."
She reached for the call button by the bed, but before she could press it, Zachary pulled her close, his hand pressing gently against her lower back, guiding her to sit beside him.
Winona, worried she might fall on him and cause more injury, followed his lead and sat down carefully on the edge of the bed.
Zachary held her hand, but only by the wrist, as her hands were injured. Though the wounds weren't deep and had been treated, they were slow to heal in the winter and still looked fresh. "How did this happen?"
When he first woke up, he had upset Winona and was too focused on apologizing to notice her injuries. It wasn't until she set the food on the table that he saw the cuts on her hands.
Winona didn't want Zachary to feel guilty. "I was in a hurry at the scene yesterday and tripped."
Zachary looked closely at her hands. The injuries on both hands were identical, more like the result of carrying something heavy rather than a fall.
Imagining the scene, Zachary quickly realized how Winona had hurt her hands. His throat tightened, and he pulled her closer, his voice rough in her ear. "Winona, next time let someone else handle it. You need to protect your hands—they're your dream."
Winona stiffened in his arms, afraid to relax and put pressure on him. They were only separated from the rest of the room by a thin curtain, which didn't block sound and could be pulled back at any moment. The two gossiping girls in the next bed could easily overhear. "It was an emergency. I didn't think about it."
In truth, Winona had been worried about him. She wasn't used to manual labor and had no proper tools, so her efforts had been minimal.
Zachary didn't call her out. He gently caressed her face, the rough bandages and calluses on his fingers brushing against her soft skin. He leaned in, his forehead touching hers, and kissed her.
He held Winona like a precious treasure, each kiss careful and cherished. In the semi-open environment, every sense was heightened. Winona was so tense that her toes curled, and her fingers clutched his hospital gown, wrinkling it deeply.
When the long kiss ended, Zachary released the breathless Winona. "Now that tastes good."
Winona, still dazed, blinked at him. "What?"
Zachary picked up the bowl from the bedside table and started eating. "Let's get dinner from this place too."
Winona, her lips still warm, pulled back the curtain. If they stayed hidden too long, people might think they were up to something. As expected, she met the curious eyes of the two girls next door.
Feeling embarrassed but hoping they hadn't seen too much, Winona smiled at them.
One of the girls spoke up. "Miss, your lipstick is smudged."
Winona's mind went blank, her ears ringing. She wished she could disappear.
Zachary, eating his meal, couldn't help but chuckle.
Winona turned sharply, glaring at him. "No dinner for you."
Zachary's heart sank. He knew he was in trouble.
He tried to apologize, but Winona ignored him and left the room.
She didn't speak to him again, even when he tried to make amends until Evander and Lydia arrived.
Lydia, holding Evander's hand, rushed to Zachary's bedside, tears in her eyes. Unsure if she could call him by name in front of others, she hesitated.
Zachary understood and spoke first. "Mom."
Lydia responded several times, crying. "How did you get so hurt? I told your father not to get involved, but he insisted, even spending money to bring people here. And now look, our son is hurt because of an ungrateful person."
Evander stood silently, taking the scolding.
Winona handed Lydia a tissue, staying quiet. Sometimes, silence was the best support.
"Mom, don't blame Dad. No one could have predicted this. Timothy won't cause trouble anymore."
Though the official announcement hadn't been made, it was clear Timothy wouldn't escape. Winona had mentioned finding a body in the rubble that looked like him.
Lydia worried. "What about the Ramsey Group? Can it be resolved?"
"Yes, Anthony found evidence of Timothy's illegal activities."
Lydia frowned. "People might think you're just shifting blame."
With Timothy dead, it would be hard to prove anything. Even with evidence, some would claim it was fabricated, and official support would be seen as corruption.
Zachary didn't respond immediately. After a moment, he frowned, showing a hint of pain.
Lydia noticed first. "Zachary, are you in pain? What's wrong?"
Everyone turned to look at him.
Zachary looked at Winona and said, "I'm fine. I just need to use the bathroom."
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