Noon to late afternoon, the atmosphere is cool in the city of Marseille, Anelle is still waiting for her beloved son to wake up again, from the effect of the sedative that Doctor Patrick gave him, "Will my son wake up, nurse?"
Solenne smiled faintly, "Just pray madam, hope your son wakes up soon. usually after a blood transfusion, his condition immediately recovers."
Anelle nodded in understanding, "Thank you for your concern. Anyway, what's your name, how long have you been Doctor Patrick's personal assistant?"
"Hmm, I'm new here MrsI'm sorry," Solenne lowered her head and left the treatment room.
Anelle was a little curious about the nurse who was taking care of her son, "Why is he so secretive and doesn't really like questions?" he looked back at his son's face, gently rubbing the back of the hand of a handsome man who was still fast asleep.
A few hours later, Pierre appeared in the hospital room. The middle-aged man entered without knocking on the door, saw his wife sitting looking at their beloved son.
"How are things, honey?" Pierre gently stroked his wife's back, handing her a paper bag filled with lunch.
Anelle explained all her son's condition, accepted the gift her beloved husband had brought, "Shall we eat together?"
Pierre nodded, as they were about to return to the sofa, a soft voice came from his son's thin lips.
"Mi," a deep voice filled with a groan of pain was heard again.
Anelle walked over to her son, pressed the call button again to give the news that his son had woken up.
Pierre approached Anelle, looked closely at the handsome man's face, "Hope he wakes up soon," they hugged each other seeing the arrival of Doctor Patrick who immediately treated their son.
Solenne helped Patrick, providing all the necessities the military private doctor asked for, whispering a little, "How's the Doctor?"
Patrick smiled in relief looking at the soldiers' parents who were still lying weakly on the hospital bed, "Your son has passed his critical period. I hope to get better and wake up soon as we hope together."
Two weeks later the French military soldier, lost consciousness, because the allied countries attacked him. He managed to hide something in his body, until he was killed by a foreigner from a different country. kidnapping some time ago, was brought down on the orders of the Herald Tribune and other military soldiers.
Anelle and Pierre breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the doctor's explanation. Instantly they approached his son, to give strength through the touch of a hand.
"Open your eyes son, Mami is here," Anelle's cry again, which was very slicing.
Solenne gently stroked Anelle's back, whispering something in the middle-aged beauty's ear, "His consciousness will return Madam, I hope this is a good start."
When the tall slender girl was about to turn her body, her hand was immediately grabbed by the man with a very tight grip.
Sheeer,
Solenne was terrified, the grip gave off a different vibe, "Doc," the glazed-eyed girl looked at Patrick for help.
Patrick asked Solenne to remain calm, whispering in the country soldier's ear, "Sir, open your eyesYour parents are really looking forward to seeing you come to your senses."
The eagle's sharp eyes opened, his bruised face slightly obstructed his view, "Don't go. I will never let go of your hand," the military man's deep voice pleaded.
Of course Solenne was a little confused, she didn't know the man lying weakly on the hospital bed, but asked to stay there without letting go of his hand.
Anelle backed away to give Solenne space to sit on the bench she was sitting on, "Sit down Sus, maybe my son still wants to talk to you."
Deg,
Solenne was getting more and more scared, the beautiful face instantly turned red, because a different feeling enveloped the recesses of her soul, "what is this?" he muttered to himself.
The eagle's brown eyes looked at Solenne without blinking, "Don't go!" he asked again.
Solenne swallowed hard, hoping that the fierce man wouldn't hurt her, "Okay sir, I'll be waiting for you here," he bowed obediently.
Doctor Patrick smiled in relief, looked at Solenne, gave a thumbs up to his personal assistant, "You accompany me first, if something happens, call me immediately. I will visit in another room. There are some patients who need special treatment."
Solenne nodded obediently, she was still sitting in the chair, without letting go of her hand from the soldier's grip, which was still firmly gripped. He slowly looked at the military soldiers who were protected by the French state, "Are you feeling better sir?"
The man still reluctant to take his eyes off him, he continued to stare at Solenne, even as he removed the breathing tube that was stuck to his face.
"Master, is your condition stable?" Solenne was a little worried as the man tried to sit up more and more to approach her.
Anelle and Pierre approached their son, "Calm down son, this girl will always take care of you here. Don't be too pushy, your condition is still weak," he held his son's shoulder to keep him calm.
"I saw him Mi, he left me," came the deep voice again as if lamenting an incident.
Anelle knitted her brows, "What do you mean, do you two know each other?"
The burly body groaned again in pain, without wanting to let go of his hand, "Aaagh, my body feels stiff," his moan sounded very sad.
Solenne helped the French military soldier to do all of his requests, "Can you please let go of my hand, sir. I will help to fix the position of your bed."
The man did Solenne's suggestion, releasing his grip slowly.
Solenne hurriedly pressed the button, to adjust the sitting position of the man who was still whimpering in pain, "Have you had enough, sir?"
The stiff man just nodded slowly, enduring the excruciating pain.
Anelle gently stroked her son's face, smiled in relief, looked lovingly at Pierre, "Our son is safe, dear."
Pierre nodded, walked over to Anelle embracing his wife's beautiful body, "Thankfully, we will inform the Herald Tribune."
Anelle nodded in agreement, slowly they made room for Solenne and her son with question marks lingering in their minds.
"Does our son know about the nun, dear?" Anelle stared intently at Pierre's face.
Pierre shook his head, "I don't know, it's a young man. I think they know each other, but the girl looks like she's scared to face our son."
Anelle confirmed everything they saw, "Are we going to tell him, who is our son? I'm afraid, if the wrong words will threaten the safety of us all, according to our agreement with the General Herald Tribune."
Pierre took a deep breath, he tried to remember the strange incident that happened this morning at his bakery, "Earlier there was also a foreign man buying some bread and he asked a lot of questions with Leonal, but today I'm so tired that I'm lazy to make small talk with our new customer. ."
Anelle listened to all of Pierre's explanations "Is the man a military man and asking about our son?"
Pierre thought back to the conversation between Leonal and the foreign military man, "They are just talking as usual. I didn't really listen, because you know I'm very tired."
Anelle massaged her temples, occasionally those beautiful eyes glanced at her son and Solenne, "I'm so curious about Doctor Patrick's personal assistant. His skin is very different from ordinary people."
Pierre again confirmed his wife's words, only gently rubbing Anelle's back, reluctant to discuss his son's personal Sister.
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