A week had passed. Donald had been in a coma for seven days, but there was no sign of waking up.
I wrung out the towel, washed his face, rinsed his mouth and wiped his face as usual
"Your hands are moving on my body. What do you want to imply?"
Suddenly, a voice came.
I couldn't believe it. I opened my eyes wide and asked happily, "are you awake?"
When he was about to stand up, I stopped him in a hurry. "Your wound hasn't healed yet. The doctor said that you can't get out of bed until half a month later."
"Half a month?" He paused.
"Yes, half a month." I helped him change into clean clothes. "Come on, lie down."
"……"
"Both your heart and left foot have been hurt to varying degrees. Fortunately, your life is not in danger. The doctor said that if you have a good rest next, there will be no future trouble."
He confirmed again, "so I have to lie in bed for two weeks?"
"You have been injured. You are almost recovered..." I tucked him in. "It's over in the blink of an eye..."
His eyes darkened. "I'm greatly shocked now. Honey, don't you need to give me a reward?"
I bent over and kissed him. When I was about to leave, Donald pressed my head and kissed me back passionately
Donald's face darkened. "Are you trying to suffocate me to death?"
I comforted him, "sooner or later, Donald, we still have a lifetime."
"……"
"It's my first time to find that I like you so much... Last time when the lab exploded and we were trapped in the bathroom, my love for you was not as deep as it is now..."
After saying that, I couldn't help but kiss him again. "It's the first time I've seen you burst out such a powerful force at a critical moment. You're really strong. You've been injured like that, and you can still get to the last level..."
"You know I'm a capable man. Next time you need me for help, just tell me what you want to investigate, what you know and what you do. Don't trust others easily."
"I remember."
As if remembering something, Donald grabbed my hand and asked, "where did you get hurt?"
I frowned and said nothing.
Donald looked around and unbuttoned my pajamas subconsciously.
"Donald, what are you doing?"
"Don't move!"
Donald's pov
I untied them one by one and almost used up all my courage.
What appeared in front of me was a bandaged white bandage. I took a deep breath and asked, "does it hurt?"
The white bandage circled her heart .
"You are also injured here. I just want to experience the pain you have experienced..."
"For me, you have suffered so many injuries..." she carefully moved her fingers around the unhealed wounds. "Fortunately, the doctor we hired is the best, and the medicine for you is also the best. Otherwise, I don't know when..."
"As a man, it's normal for me to get hurt." I held her hand back and said, "you want to dote on me, but I didn't expect you to get hurt."
"Don't blame yourself." She touched my face and played with it affectionately. "Do you feel uncomfortable? I'll ask the doctor to check on you. You've been sleeping for a long time. I'm worried that you won't wake up again..."
Speaking of this, she kissed my lips and said, "I miss you so much. I'm waiting for you to wake up every day..."
She kissed me again. "I miss the time when you call my name, when you smile, when you are gentle..."
She gave him another kiss. "Sometimes I was woken up by nightmares in the middle of the night. When I saw you sleeping beside me, I felt inexplicably relieved..."
My breath gradually became heavy, "honey, don't tempt me again."
Trista's pov
But I kissed his eyes, nose and lips. "I haven't seen you for a long time. Can't I kiss you?"
"You know I can't stand it anymore!"
When I was about to say something, my head was suddenly pressed down by him, and the lingering kiss fell into the air
He couldn't wait to kiss me
'This man... He is still restless after being injured like this... '
"Donald……"
"Honey..."
We kissed passionately in response to each other's missing
Fifteen days passed quickly.
"Honey, I want to have a walk with you." Donald suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "didn't you say that you could get out of bed after lying for two weeks?"
"Today is the last day. Hold on." While coaxing him, I changed the dressing for him. "These medicines are very effective. If you apply them one more day, the wound will heal faster."
"It's done!" He explained, "look, there's new flesh on it!"
"Be good." I wrapped the bandage a few times, cut it and tied it up. "Lie down, I'll give you a massage."
"Are you going to take a nap again?" He snorted, "it's like old age life. I don't like it at all."
I coaxed him in a soft voice, "it's not that I'm doing anything good."
"But I don't want you to take care of me. I don't want you to worry about me. I don't want you to be tired..." he said in a somewhat depressed tone. "Lying in bed for so long makes me feel that I'm useless..."
"How many times have you gone through the gate of hell and you still said you are useless? You have competed with the death and won him again and again. In my heart, you are a great hero..."
He was still in a bad mood.
"I will accompany you wherever you want to go when you get out of bed." I comforted her, "now close your eyes and enjoy my service. Is the strength okay? Comfortable... I'll give you a massage..."
Soon, Donald fell asleep
I saw him sleeping soundly, so I tiptoed to the garden.
Many maids were waiting there. Seeing me, they came forward one by one. "Madam, is master asleep again?"
"Well, have you prepared all the tools?"
"All right."
"Buy some time and do it as soon as possible before he wakes up."
"Okay."
It's the third day. Every time I coax him to sleep, I will plant and trim the flowers in the garden with several Maids
This is a surprise for him! She didn't want him to know for the time being.
Ira's pov
Master usually slept for two or three hours, but today he woke up less than an hour
I was taken aback and couldn't hold the phone steadily. "Mr., master, are you awake?"
At this time, master sat up gloomily and questioned me, "Why are you here? Where is my wife?"
"Ahem... ... Went to the bathroom." I tried my best to lie. I didn't dare to look straight into his eyes for fear of being seen through.
Obviously, he knew it. "You've gone to the toilet for an hour.!"
Donald's pov
In the past two days, when I was sleeping, I could always smell the faint scent of grass. At first, I didn't think too much. It was not until the wound hurt and I woke up from my dream that I found that the scent was from Ira
And my wife has long gone!
I can't help but wonder if Ira has been watching me since I fell asleep these two days? Where is my wife?
Ira's pov
I peeked at my phone. I just texted Trista . Why hasn't she come back yet?
Master ]was about to lose his temper!
It was almost impossible to hide it!
I'm going to be cannon fodder!
At this moment, the door of the bedroom was pushed open and Trista came in with a cup of coffee
"Trista , you're finally back?" As soon as I saw her, I seemed to see a life-saving straw. "Master ] doesn't believe you have gone to the bathroom."
Master ] glared at me and looked at Trista with anger and doubt. "You have diarrhea? Why did it take you so long?"
Sure enough
He is angry!