Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 1150: Mommy feeds me!

Although Rupert said it in a very puzzling way, Sebastian spoke up anyway.

"Okay, I'll wait for you for another week, and if that doesn't work, I'll force the Jones Family to say yes, no matter what it takes." Sebastian said.

The two men exchanged words, and only then did they hang up the phone.

Sebastian returned to the ward.

Damon, who is still under observation in the intensive care unit, is sleeping deeply, but both hands are clutching the bed sheet with a death grip, and his forehead is breaking out in a fine sweat. A very painful look.

Seeing this, Sebastian immediately had to call the nurse over to observe, "What's wrong with Damon, is his condition starting to recur again?"

After checking all the vital indicators, the nurse told Sebastian, "It's because the analgesics are wearing off, so he's having a hard time even when he's asleep."

After a pause, and shaking his head with emotion, "Damon young master is really too strong, if it were an adult, he would also grunt out in pain at this time, but he did not make a sound at all, really well able to endure ah!"

Sebastian heard this, but his heart was full of sadness.

His Damon, how much must he suffer before God will let him go!

"By all means, give him pain relief, now." Sebastian ordered.

The nurse was a bit embarrassed, "Mr. Grant, it's not that we don't want to give young master Damon pain relief, but he is still a small child, his body can't accept so many drugs, especially analgesic medicine, too much will affect the development."

Light is not tall or thin into a bamboo pole.

In heavy cases, it is likely to affect the development of organs and glands, and then there will be no difference with the disabled.

So even though Damon is in pain now, he can only hold strong.

"And what can I do for him?" Sebastian asked again in a hoarse voice.

The nurse thought about it and told Sebastian, "Staying with Damon and feeling like you have the person you know best by your side makes it less difficult for Damon."

"Good." Sebastian nodded in agreement, immediately went and changed into a sterile suit and sat at the head of Damon's bed.

Wide, warm hands, holding Damon's small hands tightly, wanting to give him a little more warmth.

I don't know if this had an effect or how, but Damon's expression really eased up a bit, his breathing gradually calmed down, and then fell asleep.

Sebastian did not dare to leave for a moment and kept watch until dawn.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Bonnie came to the hospital with breakfast.

Standing at the door of the ICU, he saw Damon struggling to reach out and try to fix Sebastian's unruly hair.

It was a scene that was warm and inviting.

But it was clear that Damon was struggling to even lift a hand.

Bonnie's eyes moistened a few times and she was almost about to shed a tear.

Quickly raised his hand to wipe away the tears, and only then changed into a sterile suit and walked in.

When he saw Bonnie, Damon's eyes shone brightly, "Mommy, what are you bringing me?"

Bonnie squeezed out a gentle smile, "It's your favorite millet porridge, and little pickles made by Grandma Qian, plus eggs."

"Wow, that's great!" Damon grinned happily, not helping Sebastian by asking, "So did daddy have one?"

"Of course there is," Bonnie nodded, "How about you and Daddy have one, I'll set up the little tabletop, and then you can eat together?"

"Let daddy sleep first," Damon was extraordinarily understanding, "daddy stayed up all last night, he must be very sleepy, let daddy get some rest." After a pause, and a playful smile, "And this way you can let mommy feed me!"