Chapter 8 Fall Down

His Jack's self-esteem didn't allow himself to do so.

"What time it is now! You don't try to be brave! Look at your legs. What will happen if you get a tetanus? And if we don't treat the injury now, it will influence the recovery of your legs!" Said Emma in an anxious tone.

"It's none of your business!" Jack was still so stubborn.

"I don't care what you said. No matter how sarcastic you laugh at me later, your injury must be treated as soon as possible!"

After saying that, Emma squatted down and tried to put her hands on Jack's arms to help him stand up and sit on the wheelchair. But as soon as her hand touched Jack's skin, her hand was severely shaken off.

Jack didn't say anything, but used his physical actions to show his resistance.

"You are a man. Are you even afraid of touching a woman's body? The man in the morning must be another Jack? You coward!" Emma had no choice but to intimidate Jack, hoping he would react.

Jack was really taken in. That was his way of doing things. He can't stand others doubted his ability. Does anyone dare to do this?

After saying that, Emma stretched out her hands and tried to touch Jack's arm. Finally, Jack didn't push her hands away this time. As expected, Emma could do nothing to deal with Jack but only to stimulate him.

Holding Jack in her arms gently, the petite Emma could only rest on Jack's chest. The fragrance of the body wash which hadn't been taken off after his shower was faintly coming into Emma's nose. Along with Emma's action, Jack moved towards the wheelchair.

Worrying that Jack might fall again accidentally and his injured knee, Emma was very worried that his wound might be caused while he was moving. So Emma held Jack tightly and carefully walked around.

Although Emma had already paid attention to the movement, it was still inevitable to affect the new wounds.

"Hiss -"

Jack took a deep breath.

"Don't be afraid. We will be there soon," Emma said in a hurry. Let me help you gently blow your wound later. It won't hurt."

Leaning on her, Jack had a strange feeling in his heart. 'I shouted at her many times, but she didn't seem to care. Once kicked away, she came back and cared about me. What the hell is this woman doing?'

Without knowing what was on his mind, Emma who was arduously holding Jack in her arms finally helped Jack to sit in the wheelchair.

Jack in a wheelchair wore nothing. The wound on his leg looks more terrible because his legs was bent. However, Jack looked calm, as if the pain was nothing to him.

Originally, Emma wanted to squat down and blow his wound, but she found that it was really embarrassing if she did so. She quickly pulled a bath towel from the side and covered Jack's waist, covering the vague part of his body.

"We've been 'candid' for a long time. Why are you still so reserved? Didn't you have a good time with my good brother?"

The frivolous language came again, Jack said slowly as if he was expecting that Emma would fly into a rage. Conversely, Emma pretended not to hear what Jack said. Crouching down, she pouted her lips and blew on Jack's wound gently.

Jack looked at Emma from top to bottom. Her black hair was all over her chest, white skin, eyelashes trembling, sparkling. She pouted her ruddy lips to relieve the pain from his wound. She frowned slightly, and a stubborn expression appeared on her face.

A little surprise flashed through Jack's eyes. Did this woman change her mind? Why is she not so aggressive as before?'

Emma raised her head and met with Jack's eyes, which made her could not understand.

"I'll push you out to the bedroom first, and then call the doctor to treat your wounds, okay?" Her voice was as soft as a cat's. Without saying anything, Jack merely hummed.

Emma stood up, walked to the back of the wheelchair, and slowly pushed Jack to the living room.

"Sit here for a while. I'm going to make a call. Don't move your wound, or it will leave a scar." Emma said to both of them in a low voice, and then left the room to make a phone call.

Jack didn't say anything, but looked silently at what she had done.

After a while, Emma opened the door and walked in.

"The doctor said that he would come in five minutes. Let me treat your wound first, okay?"

Jack still didn't say anything.

"If you don't say anything, I will take it as your acquiescence."

Emma fetched the medical kit, got a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and gently wiped the wound and cleaned the blood. She did it gently for fear of hurting Jack.

Now, Jack's gloomy face popped into Emma's mind from time to time. So no matter how badly Jack treated her, Emma had no complaints. She just hoped that Jack could recover soon.

Without Jack's reproach and the talking back of Emma, the room was for the first time so quiet and peaceful. The sunshine came through the window, making people feel warm and comfortable.

"Ding Dong."

A sudden doorbell broke the silence.

"I'm going to open the door." Said Emma, putting away the swab.

Jack nodded.

The doctor came in with a medical box. At the same time, Emma was standing aside, watching the doctor treating the wound. When Emma saw the doctor try to stop the bleeding with medical gauze on Jack's wound, she showed an expression of care and frowned slightly. She knew how rough the gauze was, and she could imagine how painful it was when touching the peeled meat.

"Doctor, be gentle. Don't push too hard." Emma said gently.

"Mrs. Emma, the wound is serious. We have to stop bleeding as soon as possible, or Mr. Jack's legs will have serious late effects."

Emma compressed her lips and said nothing.

Jack had been looking like an ancient well in this process, with no expression on his face. Even though the wound was treated so painful, he made no sound. When Emma was speaking, Jack looked up and glanced at her expression, as if he was trying to judge whether this nervous feeling was true or not. This was the first time that Jack didn't satirize Emma.

"Thank you so much, doctor."

Emma said to the doctor who had treated the wound.

"Don't touch any water before the wound is completely closed. And meanwhile, be careful not to touch or press the wound during sleep. Don't eat anything that will affect your wound recovery. The lighter the better." The doctor urged.

"Okay, okay. Thank you so much, doctor."

"Please don't say that. It's my honor to serve Mr. Jack." The doctor laughed and said.

Jack silently watched Emma diligently send the doctor out of the door.

"Okay, Jack. Recently, you can't move freely. Do you want a nursing worker to take care of you, or do you want me, your wife, to do my duty?" Emma squatted down, blinked and said in a light voice.

She still remembered what they said before.