Chapter 916 High School Chronicles: You Owe Me

The driver held an umbrella over William, feeling concerned.

William's face was pale and expressionless. He silently climbed into the car and headed back to the hospital to check on Emelie.

When he arrived, Emelie had finished her IV drip, but she was still unconscious.

William stood at her bedside with his clothes soaked through. Water dripped from him, pooling into a shallow puddle on the floor.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice rough and hoarse. "Emelie, you owe me now."

What she had lost, she would have to repay.

When Emelie woke up, she first noticed the still-damp puddle on the floor and Wesley sitting by her bed. She turned her head, realizing she was in a hospital.

How had she gotten here? What had happened?

She opened her mouth and tried to call out Wesley's name. However, a sharp, raspy pain shot through her throat.

"Your throat hurts, doesn't it? You got tonsillitis-don't speak," Wesley said.

He reached for the glass of warm water on the table. He slid his arm under Emelie's neck, carefully lifted her, and helped her sip the water.

"You caught a fever and fainted on the street. Thankfully, someone brought you to the hospital," he explained softly.

Fainted? Emelie's eyes widened in surprise. She could only remember being caught in the violent storm. Did she really pass out?

Though the warm water soothed her raw throat, it still hurt.

"Who... brought me... here? How did you... know I... passed out?" Emelie spoke in broken fragments.

Wesley set the cup back on the table and adjusted the bed to make her more comfortable." The nurse said it was a boy in a uniform like yours. He didn't leave a name.

"I went to find you after my exam, but your classmate told me you left early to go home. The storm was awful, and I was so worried. I went to your house, but you weren't there."

even known she had left school

had tried calling her phone, but there was no answer. He figured that she was feeling unwell in the middle of

the more he feared the worst. So, he called some men from his home and had people comb through the streets from school to the

Emelie. It had been

fine. Good things happen to good people. There's no need to

a mix of frustration and anger. But no matter how upset he was, he

next time, alright? If you're not feeling well, tell me. When else would you need a boyfriend if not now?" He spoke slowly,

replied, brushing

get it, or are you just humoring

get it,"

me know if you're unwell next time?"

naggy. Are you 80 years old already?

again. She always complained

if you're annoyed, too bad. I'll keep bothering

his hand,

him and teased, "Wesley, a

her finger and pointed it back at her, mimicking her tone. "Emne, a big dummy who

back down,

that guy was... I should've

was ready to be discharged from

home. "I'm calling in for you tomorrow. You're staying home to rest. No

had no say

Emelie was

You've been overworking yourself. If there's not enough time, cut out the less important

of anything. She wanted to do it all and excel at it. Her perfectionism led her to overwork

was still human. No one can be perfect at

Emelie told Greta that she would stop

hobby for her. But since her hobby started affecting her life, it was time

she could always pick it up again in college. She could also do it

feeling

the classroom of the freshman year again.

saying anything, seeing

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