True Love Waits

Chapter 418 Listen To Me

The elevator doors slowly closed. But the air still reeked of alcohol. Debbie heaved a sigh of relief after Carlos walked away, but meanwhile, she felt sadness digging deep into her heart. She wondered if she and Carlos would be like strangers from now on.

That was not her goal. Things were not going the way she planned, the way she hoped. 'Did I lose Carlos forever?' she thought gloomily.

The elevator arrived at the seventh floor and she walked out, heading for her apartment. Unexpectedly, she saw a familiar figure standing by the door to her apartment, like a bum as usual. Debbie set her luggage by the door and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?" Decker hadn't replied to any of her messages for the past few months. She wondered if he was dead.

Decker said nothing, just stared at her.

Suddenly, another important question popped into her mind. "How did you even get in here?" she asked. Champs Bay Apartments was one of the most high-end blocks in the city. No outsiders could enter without permission. Back when she was actively trying to get close to Carlos, she pulled some strings to enter this neighborhood. It wasn't easy, and random people couldn't just go strolling in.

Debbie didn't think her unreliable brother would know any big shots here or anywhere else for that matter.

Barely moving, he merely cast her a glance and demanded in a husky voice, "Open the door now."

A hint of blood reached Debbie's nostrils. Worried, she quickly took off her sunglasses and scanned Decker up and down. His face was drained of all color. His T-shirt was stained a deep red. It looked slick and

wet.

It was a bloodstain! "My god! You okay?"

Decker leaned against the wall to support his body. There was a pained look on his face. Covering his waist, he closed his eyes and repeated, "Open the door!"

Worried about him, Debbie quit asking questions and quickly opened the door to her apartment. Decker immediately staggered inside and closed the door behind him.

In a split second, as if drained of all energy, he slumped onto the floor at the doorway.

He was not a good brother, but Debbie couldn't bear to see this. She shook her head resignedly and went over to help him up. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into now? Who did you piss off this time?" Wearing a deathly pale face, Decker managed to get to his feet with Debbie's help. "Medicine..." he said in a weak voice.

nuts? This looks serious. But you came to me instead of a doctor. So now you want to die here on my rug? Let

arm. "No...don't...no hospitals. Listen to me...for once..." His voice became

to me...' Debbie repeated his words in

since she tracked him down, he'd never acted like a brother

as she could recall, Decker had always been perpetually short of cash, never bothering with a job for long. He hung out on the streets every day. He was no more than a parasite, draining cash

bedroom. He was heavier than he looked. She made him sit on the couch, and told him, "I've been gone for a few

she hurried to her own bedroom to grab a clean quilt. When she opened her

putting the bed set away before going

She quickly pulled out a clean quilt from the closet,

the verge of fainting. She helped him move to the bed so that he could lie down to

formed on Debbie's forehead. She put her hands on her waist, gasping for air. Looking down at her brother, she asked, "So spit

shut, Decker said, "I need...disinfectant, bandages, some QuikClot...

got mad. What an idiot! He wanted to deal with the wound himself instead of going to the hospital. "So you want to stop the bleeding by yourself? Seriously? Are you a doctor? Dammit,

called out. "I got this. Hurry!

in shock. 'He's serious. But how? I guess I don't know

incredibility, Debbie hurriedly ran out of her apartment, got into the elevator and pressed the button for

Carlos. The call was connected, but all she could hear was him

attitude, Debbie asked anxiously, "Do you know where I can get...

hurt?" Carlos

not me. Just tell me,

few minutes ago. Now she was asking about meds, so it wasn't her. Who, then? "What

on second thoughts, she decided against it. Decker's wound was suspicious, and he seemed like he wanted it kept secret. So she said, "Thanks, Mr. Huo. I'll get it myself." The elevator arrived on the ground floor. She walked out and began making her way to the pharmacy. "Look, are you going to tell

up, Debbie started running as fast as her feet

floor apartment. Light footsteps could be heard, faintly. Decker's eyes snapped open; he was listening intently at the sounds

room.