"It just so happens that I haven't resolved a few issues from the last business deal. Could you help me?" I said, jumping awkwardly. He turned around and noticed my knee. "Are you injured?"
I forced a grin through the pain but was determined to finish my work. "I just fell. If you have any questions, you can go to the company and ask me."
Leo was quiet for a moment, then unexpectedly unbuttoned his suit jacket, bent down, and picked me up. "Be careful of infection. I'll take you to the hospital first."
It wasn’t until I was sitting in the car that the reality of what just happened sank in. Shrinking into the back seat, I could still feel the warmth of the man’s strong embrace on my skin.
As Leo drove, he said, “Try to keep your legs as flat as possible. Bleeding could lead to an infection.”
I murmured in response, but then a memory hit me. Once, when I went out to watch fireworks with Carl, I accidentally burned my arm on a spark. The blisters swelled, and I cried out in pain, but Carl just stood there with his hands in his pockets, impatiently scrolling through his phone for news.
“Are you an idiot? How can an adult burn themselves setting off fireworks? I’ve reserved a restaurant; are you coming or not?”
That day, to avoid disappointing him, I covered the burn with a wet wipe and stayed by his side for the entire day. When I finally got home, I couldn’t even take the wet wipe off.
It struck me that my boyfriend of seven years couldn't compare to my work partner in moments like these. My nose felt sore as tears began to well up again, and I cried silently.
When Leo heard my sobs, he surprisingly didn’t make fun of me. Instead, he quietly handed me a carton from the car.
After parking in front of the hospital, a team of well-trained doctors gathered around us. "You must be Mia. Mr. Norris has explained the situation to us. Please try to endure the pain and go upstairs for a checkup," one of them said. They then brought out a wheelchair and carefully lifted me into it.
Leo took the handle and wheeled me smoothly to the elevator. The process of treating my wound felt endless. Leo lay beside the bed, his gaze fixed on the sterilized forceps, while I watched him.