Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 174

"Okay." Kevin let out a sigh of relief.

Once we arrived at the hospital, Bryant was immediately taken into the emergency room on a gurney.

The hospital lights were glaringly bright, and it was only then that I realized how pale Bryant had become from losing too much blood. He had been trying to keep his spirits up in the car to keep me from worrying.

A wave of fear gripped me tightly as the ER doors swung shut. Breathing became a struggle. I leaned against the wall, unable to pinpoint how I was feeling. All I knew was that when the doors finally opened, the doctor came out to announce they had successfully removed the bullet and that Bryant would be fine with proper rest, and I let out a massive sigh of relief.

While walking into his room, I felt his piercing gaze fixed on me as if trying to see right through me.

I pursed my lips and poured him a glass of water. "Kevin returned to get your stuff and clothes. I'll leave once he gets here."

He gave a half-smile, "Leave?"

"Yeah." I nodded, "Today... thank you."

I doubt I could have left that place unharmed if it hadn't been for Bryant. I didn’t know where Allen got the courage from. But he somehow got tangled up with the mob.

Bryant smirked, "Jane, I've realized you're quite heartless."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Who I the bullet for?"

I had no reply, looking down. "For me."

"So, you're just going to leave me here alone?" He sounded almost pitiful.

I took a deep breath. "Bryant, I appreciate what you did, but..."

I inserted a straw into the cup and held it to his lips. "Here."

"That's it?" Bryant seemed somewhat disappointed.

I sighed. "What else? You're too big for me to carry."

"Bry..." Suddenly, the door burst open, and Margaret rushed in, looking distraught, "Bry, I heard you were hurt. Where? Is it bad?"

Bryant shot Kevin a questioning look.

Regretting it, Kevin slapped his mouth before hurriedly explaining, "I... I just went to get your phone..."

"Don't blame Kevin. I forced him to tell me!" Margaret pushed me aside, snatching the glass from my hands, and sat beside the bed with a tender gesture. "Want some water? Let me help you drink."