Goodbye, My Love

The person outside was caught off guard. She leaned forward and lost balance, falling to the floor. Even the wheelchair under her almost fell.

“Keely? What are you doing here?”

Keely fell onto the floor, crying out. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“I’m hurt. Will you help me up?”

Jimmie looked down at the woman on the floor, hiding his mistrust behind his glasses.

After a moment, Slater walked over, helping Keely back into her wheelchair.

“Keely, why are you here?”

Keely felt the pain run through her leg as she sat up, smoothing her clothes and hair before she spoke.

“I’m here to see Marco. Can I come in?”

Since she was here to see Marco, Jimmie couldn’t stop her, so he allowed her to enter the room.

Keely rolled her wheelchair to Marco’s bedside, worry etched on her face.

“I came as soon as I heard that you got hurt. How’s your injury healing? Does it still hurt?”

Marco’s eyes trailed to her leg, which was plastered with a cast. “As a patient, you’re quite informed.”

How would Keely know that he got hurt?

The news only covered the protest, and he had kept quiet about his hospitalization to everyone except the people who were closest to him.

Marco shot a glare at Slater, assuming that he was the one who leaked information once again.

Slater felt wrong, shaking his head adamantly. He had done nothing this time!

Slater hadn’t contacted Keely since Jimmie told him not to.

Not noticing the interaction, Keely bit her lip.

“Marco, I’m nervous.

That’s why I keep checking the news for anything about you. When the news mentioned what happened at the construction site, I couldn’t eat or sleep. How do you expect me to recuperate in a time like this? My leg is getting worse.”

Marco frowned, impatiently waiting for her complaining to cease.

Keely felt even more upset once she saw his demeanor.