You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther was lying in the VIP room at St. Maria Hospital.

"Can't I just go back?" His voice was extremely impatient.

"You can't, President.” Casey said seriously, "You just had a complete body CT. The CT shows that you have a slight subdural hematoma, which needs to be closely observed overnight, and if the bleeding doesn't stop and get worse, you may have to have surgery at worst. If there is no problem, you just need regular follow-up checks." "Nothing's wrong with me, and I know what's going on with myself." Luther was extremely upset, and he didn't like being in the hospital. "President, a subdural hemorrhage, and a mild concussion are not the same thing. You must be cautious with subdural hemorrhage. Should anything happen, timely intervention is important. President, your head has not fully recovered from your last car accident surgery, and today the same area was hit again. I'm sorry. It's all my fault today. I should have been more careful with the speed of the car, so I would not hit the car in the front. I'll accept just any punishment.” Casey's face was dark and he blamed himself so much. It was all his fault for putting the president in such a situation.

"It's okay. It's not all your fault." Luther's head was still uncomfortable. The pain never subdued after such a long time in the car, and he still could not remember anything. Now he was in a terrible mood. He was disgusted by the idea that there was still an unknown part of his world. It was overwhelming to him.

"Thank you, President.” Casey was still blaming himself.

She pushed the door in and ran straight to Luther, her voice sharp with a bit of panic, "Luther,

vague pain, and when he heard

Casey caught a glimpse of Luther's impatient face and hurriedly answered for him, “The president suffered a mild blow to the head and needs to be

that I would have to find a shaman or something like that for you." Jacqueline sat down on the bench next to him and opened her mouth to complain, "My heart really can't stand the frequent accidents

an evil, really! And there is

than to stay any longer, and he said,

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