Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Does It Hurt?
She paused and asked, "Does Grandpa Prescott know?"
"His heart isn’t good; I didn’t dare tell him. You shouldn’t either. Wait until Warren is discharged."
"Okay, I understand."
"By the way," Claudia Jennings asked her, "What did the police say? Can minors be prosecuted?"
Before she could answer, Claudia Jennings clicked her tongue and said, "Never mind, forget I asked. Having a mental illness itself makes it hard to prosecute. But no worries, as long as she can’t get a mental illness certificate, I have ways to deal with her! I’d like to see which hospital dares to issue her one."
"..."
"You help me look after Warren for now; I’m going to make a call for his dad to handle it. I refuse to believe our family can’t take care of such a small issue!"
Claudia Jennings finished speaking and walked out with her phone without waiting for her response.
Claudia was always on the move; a blink later, she was already out of sight.
Ashley Shaw withdrew her gaze and walked towards the emergency department.
The emergency department was quite empty; Ashley Shaw immediately saw Warren Prescott on bed number 08.
She took a few steps forward and stopped by the side of the hospital bed.
Although Warren’s foot injury had been treated, it still looked very gruesome.
Such wounds couldn’t be bandaged, they had to remain open, Ashley Shaw saw this as soon as she came in.
She slowly averted her gaze and saw that both of Warren’s hands were hooked up to different drips.
One was a pain pump, and the other was a regular drip, probably antibiotics to prevent local infection.
Ashley Shaw remembered that Warren was someone who could endure pain quite well. If even he used a pain pump, it must have really hurt.
For such a small area of injury to be so severe, she dared not imagine what her situation would be if her dress wasn’t waterproof.
Even without being splashed the first time, the second splash on the uncovered calf would have had a very tragic outcome.
It was Warren who saved her.
From the situation and urgency of the moment, she could tell. After the first splash of acid, Warren reacted faster than any of their colleagues, rushing over without hesitation to protect her and shield her from the second attack.
The actions people take in such circumstances are inherent.
He instinctively rushed over to protect her...
There was a faint twinkle in Ashley Shaw’s eyes.
She slowly looked at Warren, her voice husky even to herself.
"Does it hurt?"
Warren said casually, "No, it doesn’t hurt."
"Then why use a pain pump if it doesn’t hurt?"
"Not me, my mom insisted on it. You must have seen her just now, right?"
"Hmm."
"She tends to make a fuss over nothing."
Mentioning Claudia Jennings, Ashley couldn’t help but ask, "Didn’t you tell her you got injured saving me?"
"What’s the point in saying that? Injury is injury."
Ashley bowed her head.
"Thank you..."
"Thank me for what? If she knew, you might get dragged into it too. You’re already a victim; why listen to her nag? It’s not like you pulled me in front of you."
"I wasn’t talking about that. I meant... thank you for rushing over to shield me at that time."
Her voice lost its usual sharpness and aloofness.
Warren couldn’t quite understand his feelings at that moment.
Relief, happiness—everything was there, but mostly it was happiness.
As long as Ashley didn’t treat him with that chilly demeanor, this injury was nothing.
He paused for two seconds, took a light breath, and began to speak, "These next few days..."
Ashley raised her head and looked at Warren.
He paused before continuing, "I’ll have to stay in the hospital for at least three days. Doing things alone might be a bit inconvenient. If you’re available, would you mind taking care of me for a few days? My mom isn’t someone who knows how to look after people. She was only here for ten minutes and already made two nurses cry. It’s annoying to listen to."
Ashley’s hands at her sides tightened and then relaxed.
After a long while, she finally spoke.
"I have to work at Ms. Grant’s store, but I can find an experienced nurse for you. I’ll cover the cost."
"..."
Warren clearly remembered the softness and compromise he saw in Ashley’s eyes just now.
He thought she would definitely agree, but she still refused.
It seemed she still held a grudge about the past.
But then again, years of grievances wouldn’t just disappear quickly.
He was being too hasty.
His mood plummeted from a high to a low like a roller coaster.
But then he heard Ashley speak, "Do you have anything you’d like to eat? I can bring you dinner every day."
Warren’s eyelids lifted, a flash of light passing through his dark eyes.
"Anything I want?"
Ashley nodded and said, "Hmm, anything I know how to make. What would you like? I’ll see if I can make it."
"Crawfish."
Ashley looked at him in surprise.
"Crawfish?"
"Yeah, didn’t you make them before? I remember Claire Xavier posted on her Moments that she ate the crawfish you made, and they were delicious."
If they could eat it, he wanted to as well.
"But..." Ashley hesitantly said, "You have an injury right now; crawfish is an irritant, it’s best not to eat it."
Warren’s handsome eyebrows slowly drooped.
"You said I could have anything."
There was a hint of grievance in his tone.
Ashley was a bit surprised and also a bit helpless.
Surprised that she would ever see Warren’s side like this in her lifetime?
Helpless that it wasn’t that she wouldn’t make it, it was that he truly shouldn’t eat irritants.
"How about this..." Ashley said after a two-second pause, "Once you’re discharged, I’ll make you the crawfish. For these few days, I’ll make you something else. How’s that?"
Warren found her way of coaxing him quite satisfying.
He nodded immediately and said, "Alright, I’ll leave dinner to you for the next few days. If it doesn’t taste good..."
"I’ll try my best to suit your taste."
On this point, Ashley was quite confident.
Her cooking skills were honed just for him.
Even though she didn’t want to admit it... it’s something she owed him.
"Deal. Starting tonight then."
"Okay."
Just then, Claudia Jennings returned.
"I’ll have Mrs. Chase come to take care of you; she’s better at it than I am. Anything you want to eat, I’ll have Mrs. Chase bring it."
"Whatever," Warren said carelessly, waiting just for Ashley’s dinner.
Lunch didn’t matter.
The hospital director arrived just then.
"Mrs. Prescott."
Claudia Jennings gave a slight nod and got straight to the point, "Please arrange a single room for us. There are too many people here, and I don’t like it."
"It has already been arranged; we’ll have him moved shortly."
Claudia Jennings looked satisfied and then said to Ashley, "I’m back, you can go now. Isn’t today the day to finalize college preferences? You should hurry back to school."
Claudia Jennings was directly trying to send her away.
Warren frowned unhappily.
"Preferences are already finalized. Let her stay until Mrs. Chase gets here first."