My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 474

The driver spoke with his face pale from fright.

I was in a daze, and when I came back to my senses, I noticed that blood was dripping from my knees and elbows.

Though the wound from Andrea's scratches and from the glass fragments when I protected Hendrix in the hospital had already healed before, the hard impact I suffered when I fell on the ground caused the wound to tear open once more.

The wound looked pretty bad, and I was losing a lot of blood.

"Thank you!" I had no choice but let him take me to the hospital because I sure as heck would not be able to drive there on my own now.

In the hospital!

The doctor cleaned my wound while the driver paid for the medical fees and got me a prescription. He looked apologetic and concerned as he looked at me.

He must have been in a hurry before, yet he still stuck around to care for me. I suddenly felt guilty. "What happened today was my fault, yet you sent me to the hospital and took care of everything. I'm very sorry. I'm fine now, so please go about your day!"

He looked at my mangled knee and apologized again, "I was the one who hit you. I'm really sorry. Please contact your family members. I'll take full responsibility once they come."

His man was so honest. There was no need to hold him up here, and I insisted that he didn't have take responsibility for this. But still, he was adamant on waiting for my family to come and to have a talk with them about what happened.

Thus, I had no choice but to call Hendrix.

Hendrix sounded quiet over the phone. "Have you eaten yet?"

I opened my mouth and asked awkwardly, "Hendrix, are you busy now?"

He answered, "What's the matter?"

"I was hit by a car and got a little hurt. Can you come to the hospital?"

"Hit by a car?" He was shocked, his voice sounded heavy.

It was not convenient for me to say more, so I just replied, "Yes, but it's just a minor injury.

Can you come over?"

"Give me the address!" After saying this, I heard him say over the phone, "Let's stop here. Please discuss amongst yourselves on how to go about the issue. The meeting's over!"

Hendrix looked at me and interrogated, "Is this true?"

I nodded. "It's not a big deal. My family is coming too. Thank you. You can go now."

The driver probably felt too pressured by Hendrix and looked a little timid. He bowed his head slightly, uttered a few words of apology, and left.

The nurse who had just come in to change the IV fluid did not leave. She stood by the side of the bed, packing the medicine bottle, and peeked at Hendrix from time to time with her delicate eyes.

Hendrix had always been an eye- catching individual. He would definitely stand out in a crowd. Plus, he was elegant and cold, so it was inevitable that this young lady would have a crush on him.

"What happened?" Hendrix asked as his gaze fell on my hands and feet, which were bandaged like dumplings.

I thought for a moment and said, "I was a little absent- minded when I walked by the street, so I accidentally got hit."

He frowned and mocked sarcastically, "Do you use your eyes to breathe?"

I pouted, looked at him with my head tilted, and said, "Shouldn't you be hugging me and comforting me now? Why are you still criticizing me?"