Chapter 212 - Miracle Of My Life (1/2)
Darren waited outside Xiu's room contemplating whether to go inside or not. He didn't know whether it was a good idea to face her when she was so down or not. But considering how his heart urged him to be with her at that time, he pushed open the door.
To his surprise, he didn't see her at first glance and his brows knitted up in confusion. He was certain that she didn't leave the room unless she jumped down the balcony. When that far-fetched idea crossed his mind out of nowhere he hurriedly wheeled himself towards the balcony but stopped when his eyes fell on a slender figure curled up beside the bed's other side.
Darren unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief. He came to her side and called her, ”Chen Xiu!” Xiu didn't respond at all. She was motionlessly staring into nothingness with a dazed look. Darren tapped her shoulder, ”Ms. Superstar, can I get an autograph?” Getting no response again, Darren held her shoulders and looked at her face. His eyes widened at how half of her face was painted with scarlet blood dripping from the side of her head.
And the way she looked at him seemed like a lifeless person or perhaps calling her a lifeless doll would be better. In his shocked state, he lifted his hand to touch the side of her face but Xiu didn't even flinch. As if she couldn't feel the pain at all. After getting out of his initial shock, Darren pressed the button beside her beside to call the doctor. He felt completely helpless at how restricted he was because of being in a wheelchair.
He had to wait outside her room while the doctors took her for treatment. He didn't know why he was so worried for her but he was and he couldn't deny it at all even if he wanted to do so.
”Dazi, what are you doing out here?” came Dylan's voice which wasn't able to get Darren's attention. Seeing blood on Darren's hand, Dylan's eyes widened as he frantically started questioning, ”What happened to you? How did you get hurt? Why is there so much blood?”
As always Dylan's reaction was overdramatic but Darren wasn't in the condition to point that out as he replied with, ”Not mine.”
”Huh?” Dylan raised his brows at him inquisitively.
”The blood is not mine,” elaborated Darren while he stared at his blood-stained hand that had touched Xiu's face and added, ”It's not mine but it's hurting like it's mine.”
”Can we not talk in riddles?” said Dylan as he helped Darren back to his room while talking, ”By the way, how did you get someone else's blood on your hand?”
Completely disregarding Dylan's question, Darren said, ”Didi, contact the specialist you're talking about. I'll go for rehabilitation. I want to stand back on my feet.”
Darren's sudden decision came as a surprise to Dylan as his face bloomed with a huge smile. ”You're serious?” Darren nodded in reply. ”Oh My Gosh! That's like the best news I've heard this month.” Recalling something, he frowned and asked, ”But what changed your mind so suddenly?”
Darren raised his blood-stained hand towards Dylan and said, ”This changed my mind. I have never felt so helpless in life before. Not even when I thought I'd never be able to be on a track again.”