Chapter 63
Chapter 63 Darlene, Does It Hurt?
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The bedroom was deathly silent and there was no response at all. There did not seem to
be anyone inside at all.
Avery’s heart tightened. He immediately turned on the bedroom light and looked over.
He did not see anyone.
The doors and windows in the room were tightly shut. The smell of blood was clear and strong. On the
beige carpet, a strip of blood extended from the door to the inside of the
bed.
His breathing was a mess. For the first time, he hoped that Darlene had escaped.
However, she could not escape. All doors and windows were locked. Not to mention a
living person, even a little kitten or puppy could not escape.
His feet went shaky for a moment. After a very short moment of being frozen, he
suddenly came back to his senses and hurried over.
Darlene was lying on the ground, next to the edge of the bed. The urn in her hand had fallen down and
fell between her body and the bed.
Her face was deathly pale, and the corner of her mouth and the blood on the ground were shocking.
Avery breathed heavily for a moment. He crouched down and carried her horizontally. He could no longer
feel the slightest bit of vitality in her body.
Her face was as white as the cold corpse he had carried back that night.
Avery was a typical person who would forget the pain after healing. Previously, he thought that Darlene
was dead and wanted to go with her.
But after she came back, seemingly unscathed. He naturally forgot many things and many feelings.
Naturally, Avery felt that Darlene had returned. Just like before, she could not escape from his hand.
But at that moment, the memories that he thought she had died in the past few days quickly came to life
in his mind.
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She was dead. She was lying in the cold mortuary room. No matter what he said about repentance, she
could not hear anything, nor could she respond to anything.
His breathing was heavy. Avery carried her and hurried out. It was as if he was trapped by an extremely
terrible nightmare. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
When he left the bedroom and went downstairs, his feet stumbled several times. He carefully held
Darlene in his arms and raised his voice in a panic, “Cyrus! Drive!”
Cyrus had just parked the car and came in from outside. As soon as he stepped through the door, he
saw Avery carrying Darlene, whose face was covered in blood, and walking
out in a hurry.
Avery’s ck shirt was wet with blood on his chest.
Cyrus immediately turned around and opened the back door for Avery. Then, he went
around the driver’s seat and drove to the hospital.
Just now, Avery was in a hurry to carry Darlene downstairs. Only when he sat in the car
did he have the time to reach out to check her breath.
When his fingers touched her, her breathing was already very weak, but fortunately,
there was still some.
The string in his mind that was tense finally loosened a little, and he subconsciously
sighed.
Her body was very cold and it was obvious that she had lost too much blood.
Avery held her tightly with one hand and used the other to warm her cold face with his palm. His palm
was stained with arge amount of blood.
Avery was a little flustered as he looked ahead and said anxiously, “Don’t wait for the signal lights. Hurry
up and drive.”
At the red light ahead, Cyrus had just reached the brake when he turned on the
elerator and passed the red-light intersection.
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It waste at night, and there were no cars on the street.
Avery warmed Darlene’s face a little, then held her hand that was hanging to the side,
and held it in his palm, rubbing it with his finger.
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Her face was frighteningly pale, and the moment he spoke, his voice trembled. “Darlene, are you cold?
Does it hurt?”
As soon as he said that, the person in his arms immediately seemed to be frightened. Her body shrank
and she said in a low voice in a daze, “It’s not me. Not me…
Avery leaned over and leaned his ear close to her face. “What did you say?”
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Her voice was getting lower and lower, and it was a little difficult to distinguish.
“Believe me, I didn’t…”
Avery’s hand froze for a moment, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He
struggled to say something tofort her. “Alright, everything in the past is in the
past. I’ll believe anything you say from now on.”
But the moment Avery spoke, her body trembled even more violently.
Avery could only remain silent until the car quickly stopped outside the hospital.
He had already contacted the hospital in the car. A nurse and a doctor prepared the
sickbed and waited at the entrance of the hospital.
Avery carried Darlene down and ced him on the sickbed. The doctor and nurse quickly pushed
Darlene toward the emergency room.
The doctor asked in a deep voice, “We’ll need a transfusion. What’s her blood type?”
Avery just remembered this and said, “Rh negative blood. The same as me. I can donate
blood.”
One of the reasons why Teresa adopted Darlene was because Darlene and Avery both
had Rh-negative blood.
Teresa loved her grandson so much that she wanted to raise a human blood bank.
Over the years, Darlene had offered blood to Avery many times. When Avery had a car ident three
years ago, the total amount of blood she had donated to him exceeded
1.75 pints.
Avery had always felt that this was nothing. These years, the Gard family had given Darlene such a
generous life.
Darlene was just an orphan. Since she had enjoyed all of this, it was only natural for her
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Before this, he had never imagined that if Darlene was in danger one day, he would not donate blood to
her.
Darlene was pushed into the emergency room. The nurse brought Avery to the blood room and told him
some instructions and wanted to take him to have a check-up first.
Avery was obviously impatient and directly entered the blood room. “There is no need
to check. I am very healthy and can donate blood. The one who epts blood is my wife. If anything
happens, I will bear the responsibility.”
The nurse did not insist. ording to Avery, the nurse drew thergest amount of blood that could be
donated, about 0.7 pints.
Pulling the needle out of his arm, Avery looked over and frowned. “Draw more. What
can this little amount do?”
The nurse wanted to ask him if he felt ufortable after drawing so much blood at
once, and did he need to go to the lounge to rest first.
Hearing him say this, the nurse was a little stunned, thinking, is he crazy?
The nurse reminded him, “Mr. Gard, you have already drawn about 0.7 pints. A
normal adult can only donate this much for a single time.”
Avery was unwilling to let go of his sleeve. He stretched out his arm and stared at the needle beside the
nurse. “She spat out a lot of blood. This amount is not enough. Just continue. It’s not like I ask you to
donate. Don’t worry, I won’t look for
you if something
happens.”
The nurse looked at him again. After drawing so much blood, he could still talk so much. It seemed that
his body was still able to hold on.
Just in case, she asked Avery to sign and said that he would bear all the responsibility himself. Only then
did she draw nearly 0.35 pints of his blood.
As soon as the needle was pulled out, Avery’s vision turned a little dark. He calmed himself down and
asked the nurse to draw again.
This time, no matter what he said, the nurse did not make a move.
Avery’s skin was originally cold and snowy, but now that he had drawn too much blood,
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his face was so pale that it was a little scary.
He couldn’t see his own face and didn’t feel anything. Seeing that the nurse was unwilling to draw his
blood, he instructed the nurse to immediately send the blood over and get up to leave the blood room.
Cyrus stood outside and waited for him. Seeing hime out with a pale face, Cyrus was shocked. “Mr.
Gard, are you okay?”
Avery looked at the emergency room at the end of the corridor. “What are you doing here? What did the
doctor say? Any checkouts?”
Cyrus did not have time to answer because Avery finished speaking and fell to the ground with a thud,
unconscious.