Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 404

Patrick's pupils contracted drastically. Before he knew it, he had already rushed to Amelia, picked her up by her waist, and walked to the door...

Jeremy froze for an instant before he asked, "Mr. Hopper, where are you taking her?"

Without stopping, Patrick said coldly, "The hospital." "But..." Jeremy was about to ask what to do with the shooting when he found Valerie coming out of the dressing room and asking as if she had no idea what had happened, "Mr. Roland, Tiffany, can we start shooting now?"

Jeremy scratched his head. He wanted to keep Amelia here, but Patrick was already far away with her in his arms.

Just as he was anxious, Tiffany said calmly, "Amelia's feet were injured. She couldn't be photographed tonight, and we don't have time for her. Those photographers will fly abroad tomorrow. Fortunately, we stil have Valerie. Let's put her in full charge. I believe Patrick would understand us."

"But..." Jeremy sputtered. "Amelia is wearing one of our costumes!"

Tiffany was stunned.

Valerie, who had been very confident, was stunned, too.

In the Lamborghini.

"Hold on a little longer. I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Patrick, who was sweating on his forehead out of worries, placed Amelia in the car.

He had never seen her shed a drop of blood or even thought of it. Now he suddenly saw it, he felt it hundreds of times more painful than when he was injured! Amelia bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to let out any noise to distract Patrick from driving.

But her tightly knitted brows revealed her weakness. Driving with one hand, Patrick reached out to her lips with the other and said, "Bite my hand if it hurts!" Hearing him, Amelia opened her eyes and looked at Patrick's hand.

The back of his hand still had those visible bruises caused by himself because of him trying to remain sober at that night he had been drugged. Amelia turned her face away. How could she bear to hurt him even more? After all, it was she who had gotten him injured.

"D*mn it! Why didn't you bite it?" Angry, Patrick wanted to scold her. But when he looked around, he caught sight of the sorry on her face. Patrick then realized something and felt it so sweet. But soon, he remembered her foot, and immediately the complacency was gone. "Why is this woman always on my mind? How come I just can't let go of her!" thought Patrick, a little sad about his future.

In the hospital.

After work, Paisley was going on a date with Lussier. But when she saw Patrick appear in her office with Amelia in his arms with no shoe on one of her feet, Paisley knew there was probably no date. Surprises were evident on Lussier's young face. "Mr. Patick, Amelia, you are..."

"There's no time for further explanation!" Patrick snuffed out Lussier's curiosity promptly, turned his handsome face to Paisley, and said anxiously, "Lome and check it. Her foot must have been stabbed by something."

"Alright!" One second before Patrick opened his mouth, Patrick had put on her white coat, which she had just taken off, with resignation. She gently said to Lussier, "Lussier, go get all the tools for disinfection."

Lussier nodded. "Got it!"

On the other side, Patrick gently put Amelia on the bed and comforted her, his voice trembling slightly. "You'll be fine soon. Believe me..."

Paisley came over and said with sympathy, "As a doctor, although I'm happy to see patients most of the time, I, as a friend of yours, sincerely hope that you can suffer fewer injuries or diseases."

After that, without waiting for Patrick to urge her, Paisley squatted next to Amelia, lifted her bloody right foot a little higher, and began to study it with a frown.

Agile, Lussier wheeled in the cart of tools very soon.

Instead of looking back, Paisley reached out and said to him, "Give me the medical alcohol!"

It wasn't until Paisley had wiped off the coagulated blood with cotton balls stained with medical alcohol that they were sure that it was a piece of broken glass in Amelia's sole.

Paisley looked at Amelia with pity and comfort in her eyes. But the next second, Amelia curled her lips at her...

Seeing this, Paisley did not hesitate any longer and grabbed onto the tweezers.

The process was undoubtedly painful. Under the watch of Patrick, Paisley gave Amelia a local anesthesia before a tiny surgery.

"It's finally done!" When she was bandaging Amelia, Cussler hurried to bring Paisley a piece of wet tissue.

Although Paisley didn't sweat in such a cold winter, she took off her medical gloves, took over the tissue sweetly, and wiped her face.

Patrick, who had been standing beside Amelia's bed, reached out to touch her little face, which was pale and sweating from the pain. He felt so sorry for her.

"I... I'm fine." Amelia smiled softly.

She was not a weak woman and would not make a fuss about some minor injury. Instead of worrying the man she liked, she would rather see him stop frowning.

Patrick couldn't help but hold her hand resting at the edge of the bed. It was still so soft and small, but her fingertips were so cold. He couldn't help but turn to kiss them a few times, insisting on warming them up by his body temperature.

Seeing that Amelia was sleepy, Patrick held back the questions on his lips and gently let go of her hand. After planting a kiss between her eyebrows, he whispered, "Sleep. I'm here for you."

"Okay..." Maybe it was because of too much blood loss or the anesthetic that hadn't worn off, Amelia blinked her heavy eyelids and finally fell asleep.

After hearing Amelia's even breathing, Patrick stood up and said to Paisley, "She looks so pale. I demand you give her a blood transfusion."

"Come on. She hasn't lost enough blood to need a blood transfusion. Just bring her home and get her some rest," said Paisley.

"What if I insist?" To Patrick, Amelia's face was as pale as a piece of paper. If he didn't see it recover pink as soon as possible, he couldn't rest assured.

"Alright then." Paisley knew very well that given his willful nature, there was no need for him to ask for others' opinions.

She skipped the steps of drawing blood, picked up the cotton balls stained with blood on the ground, and stuffed them into Cussler's hand. "Get Miss Ramsay's blood type tested," she ordered.

It took a long time for Cussler to come back this time. He probably had spent most of the time waiting for the report. "Paisley, the report's back."

Paisley took it over and looked at it with wide eyes. Then Cussler spoke out her thoughts. "I didn't expect Amelia's blood type to be so special. Our hospital has been in need of such kind of blood type. I almost want to collect the cotton balls that Amelia has used."