Sorry, I’m not Cinderella

“Where are you? Nurse! Hurry up.” His voice broke the silence of the night.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The door opened, the nurse rushed in, checked her temperature, and sure enough, the pain had already started to hit her. Although Zane is confused, he knows how to coordinate, he automatically moves away without anyone asking. With professional skills, the nurse quickly injects her with a fever-reducing dose, infusing her with water immediately. The bottle of seawater dangled from the beam, dripping the clear white liquid, her body quickly absorbed it. Then she used a clean towel to wipe her sweat, from her face to her hands.

He waited silently, holding his breath, not rushing or asking questions that would affect what the nurse was doing, after all, it was all for her.

Finally, the nurse breathed a sigh of relief, quickly turned to him, and said: “It’s okay, I gave her a fever-reducing dose, the fever will soon pass, don’t worry too much, thank you for notifying her in time. !”

A satisfied smile was given to him.

He finally let himself relax, really had a heart attack, anything can happen, fortunately, he woke up in time, otherwise, he would be tormented if she had any trouble.

“Thanks!” He was suddenly polite, and the nurse smiled, hearing the two words ‘thank you for the first time from Zane.

He knows how to say those two words, right?

“It’s my responsibility, you can rest assured that you can sleep, nothing will happen from now until tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” Nothing is certain, he doubted.

The nurse laughed again, he was really worried a bit too much: “Trust me, she has a fever, it shows that the medicine has worked. She will recover soon. You should think if you don’t come back again. appeared tired when she woke up. I’m sure she’ll feel guilty seeing you like that. You think so too, don’t you?”

It seems that among the nurses, this girl is much more understanding and observant. He’s already convinced, this girl clearly has a point.

“That’s it, I’m sorry, if you have anything to call, I’m always available outside.”

The girl walked past him, and the door closed. The only room left was him and her. Zane returned to the chair and sat down, feeling relieved, but still worried.

So he decided to sit there, if she had a seizure again, he would still know how to handle it.

The young master fell asleep next to the hospital bed for the first time since that sad time. Just like that, he fell asleep again, his hand still on hers.

The clock ticked, a light breeze blew into the room, and he startled again, panicked when he saw her hand was hot again.

Fever again?

Zane impatiently groped again to check, walking along her arm, Feeling the eyepatch so entangled, he angrily reached out and pulled the eyepatch down. Obviously, it was not hot at all, his hand touched the warm towel on Clara’s forehead, and he felt relieved and smiled in relief.

Clara felt her throat dry, her headache like a hammer, and her whole body ached. She opened her eyes with difficulty, her eyes closed and opened, determining where she was, her eyes involuntarily glanced sideways and saw a figure. The young man was staring at him, no one said he was very good, his eyes were deep into Clara’s eyes, she was extremely surprised, her body froze accordingly.

Is he looking at you? Has he seen it?

…

It turned out that his hand was holding hers all night, so it created such a hot feeling. Zane was about to pull his hand back but suddenly stopped. He suddenly wanted to stroke her face, moving his hand down her left cheek. She stirred slightly, showing signs of waking up, Zane was scared so he quickly withdrew his hand.

Clara felt her throat dry, her head aching like a hammer, her whole body aching. She struggled to open her eyes, her eyes closed, to determine where she was, her eyes involuntarily glanced sideways to see the silhouette of a young man staring at her. She was so surprised, her body stiffened, almost screaming. May kept the scream in his mouth in time. Her heart stopped beating in silence. Until his hand waved in front of his face.

Clara just sighed, allowing her body to relax. Thank goodness he hasn’t seen it yet.

Clara rubbed her temples lightly, gathered her previous memories, and looked back at him. Clara frowned slightly, still not completely confused. Until his voice spoke, eager to know if she was awake.

“Cinderella! You’re awake, aren’t you?” He tilted his head slightly in anticipation.

Clara blinked her eyes slightly, as if she had guessed the situation, her vision was clearer, and then she whispered, “Why am I lying here?”

“She fainted.”

He said, suddenly she panicked and reflexively jumped up, the wet towel because she didn’t notice it was lying on her stomach, unfortunately, the sharp pain made her stop, lying back on the bed, gasping for breath.

Seeing that, Zane panicked and jumped up from the chair, reflexively reaching out to hold Clara down. Unfortunately, he was amputated, his arms swinging back and forth. Desperate to reassure her.

“Don’t get excited, the doctor said you need to rest.”

“I’m fine, sorry to trouble you.” She said as she struggled to sit up again. Apparently noticing her actions, he begged quickly.

“You are still very weak, quickly lie down and rest. Don’t think too much, I don’t mind.”

“I’m fine.” Clara insisted: “I’m sorry to go to work, sorry for causing you so much trouble.”

With one hand on the bed, straining to sit here, Clara tried her best to get out of there quickly. Didn’t notice it was nighttime.

She was so stubborn, so stubborn. He gave her advice, but she still refused to listen. Finally, he got angry.

“Lay!”

Clara was startled and quickly stopped, with her unyielding tenacity she finally sat up, Clara looked straight at Zane, and a hint of grievance rose in her eyes. Wasn’t the last sentence an order? For some reason, she suddenly felt more deeply than ever about her identity. That cold voice… she was actually a bit scared…