My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1939

I rushed towards the driver seat. I laid down on the ground and swept the broken glasses away. "Irvin, are you alright!?" I cried out.

His head was bleeding and his eyes were blank. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He blinked his eyes as if he had recognized me and then passed out.

I took out my phone and quickly dialed 911. "Help! I need an ambulance, I have an injured person here, the address is..."

Fortunately, the accident wasn't far from the city, and the ambulance was able to arrive in less than ten minutes.

Irvin was rushed to the operating room as soon as we arrived at the hospital. I waited outside and paced about the corridor anxiously.

Two hours later, the red light above the operating room went out, and the doctor pushed the door open.

I immediately stood up and asked, "Doctor, is the patient's injury serious?"

"The airbag protected him from the crash and he only had some external injuries. The surgery went well and we've stitched up his wounds. But well need to keep him in the hospital for now to observe his condition."

I breathed out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, doctor."

Soon, Irvin was pushed out on a bed by a nurse. The anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, so he was still dazed.

and gently called out to

twitched a little

he was transferred to the ward, I

according to the information on the internet, Irvin was an only child and his parents were no longer around. Apart from that, I knew nothing else about him. I didn't

version

this very moment, I actually felt a bit

later, Irvin

some soup for

bed and smiled as he watched me feed him. He said jokingly, "You're

to you. At that moment of life and death, you only thought

the car was going fast enough to cause severe injuries to the driver, more so than the passenger. But he didn't think of himself, instead he wanted to

myself if I said that I wasn't

up his soup. He then leaned against the bed and closed his

at him, the feeling of guilt immediately overwhelmed me again. I whispered, "Thank God you're... if not, I would never be able

said, "In that case, no matter what I say now,

tried my best to hold back

engaged." At this moment,

Instead, I lowered my head and avoided his gaze, "Okay, now I know." "You don't need to hold it in if you're angry. Or is it that you don't want to talk to