He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 85

Terrified of being caught, Juniper snapped out of her daze and scrambled up the embankment, away from the wreckage.

The shards of glass embedded in her ankle sent agonizing tremors through her body with every step, the pain so sharp it scraped against the bone, making her want to scream.

But her will to survive overpowered the agony. She ignored the blood, ignored the blinding pain, desperate only to reach civilization.

She was drenched in cold sweat, her phone slipping in her slick palm.

She didn't even know why Nelson was still her emergency contact.

It used to be Yara.

She finally staggered onto the main road. The glaring headlights of an oncoming car blinded her, and she instinctively threw her arms up to shield her face.

The car skidded to a halt mere feet away from her. Pale and trembling, she stared at the man who rushed out.

It was Alistair Vaughn.

Dr. Vaughn hurried over, the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to his clothes.

"Juniper?"

The adrenaline that had kept her standing instantly evaporated. She collapsed right in front of him.

Alistair caught her, his sharp gaze sweeping the darkness behind her. He spotted a shadowy figure stumbling in their direction, moving agonizingly slow due to heavy injuries and poor visibility.

He scooped Juniper into the passenger seat and sped toward the hospital.

The gash on her ankle was deep, but thankfully, she wouldn't need crutches.

He cleaned the wound and stitched it up with practiced efficiency.

Once her ankle was bandaged, he moved to her hands. They were covered in jagged lacerations, still oozing blood that had smeared all over her phone screen.

He gently moved her phone aside and began disinfecting the cuts between her fingers.

Even in her unconscious state, Juniper was sweating profusely from the pain. Every nerve in her body twitched in sheer agony.

Alistair lowered his eyes, softly blowing cool air over her wounds.

She woke up in the dead of night. The bandages wrapped tightly around her hands and leg were a stark reminder that she was in a hospital.

She turned her head and saw Dr. Vaughn sitting by her bed, quietly reading a book.

He had brought his own reading lamp. With wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, the sound of him turning the pages was incredibly soft.

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