Elias Sinclair hurriedly placed Quinn Lockwood in a safe position, trying to target Warren Thornton’s dislocated arm, but was dodged by him. Given Elias Sinclair’s skilled combat techniques, dealing with Warren Thornton’s wild and chaotic attacks was naturally not a problem.
Feeling Elias Sinclair’s murderous intent, Warren Thornton’s hand trembled. His gaze swept over Quinn Lockwood, and his expression hardened. He directly raised the knife and stabbed towards Quinn Lockwood.
"Looking for death!" Elias Sinclair’s heart tightened, and he rushed forward to pull Warren Thornton away, but was stabbed in the arm by the opponent. Waves of pain hit, yet Elias Sinclair didn’t hesitate at all and punched Warren Thornton’s head.
Warren Thornton pulled the knife out from Elias Sinclair’s body, his eyes filled with dizziness as he looked at the murderous man in front of him.
His heart trembled with fear, but thinking about his current predicament, Warren Thornton had no way back. He suddenly turned and lunged towards Quinn Lockwood, showing a determined stance of mutual destruction.
Without having time to think, Elias Sinclair pulled the stunned Quinn Lockwood over, holding her tightly in his arms, shielding her under his body.
Then a low, muffled groan came from the man. Quinn Lockwood felt his entire upper body’s weight pressing on her.
She turned her head out from his embrace, only to see Warren Thornton picking up a brick from the side and smashing it towards Elias Sinclair’s head. Quinn Lockwood’s entire face turned pale, and her heart skipped a beat.
"No!" The woman’s desperate cry seemed to tear through the sky.
Suddenly, there was a bang, and Warren Thornton let out an "Ah!" and fell to his knees.
At this moment, urgent footsteps were heard from both sides, several gun-wielding police officers surrounded Warren Thornton.
"Elias? Elias, how are you?" Quinn Lockwood saw him looking at her with a pale face, feeling as if her heart was gripped tightly by a pair of large hands, the pain making it hard to breathe, a sense of unease rising within her.
She patted Elias Sinclair’s back, but felt a sticky sensation between her palms. As she glanced at her hands, Quinn Lockwood was stunned.
"Blood, Elias... Blood," Quinn Lockwood’s hands trembled violently, her voice choked with emotion, making it hard to speak.
Elias Sinclair tugged at the corner of his mouth, his gaze gentle as he looked at the pale-faced woman. He tried to prop himself up to embrace her, but his figure swayed and he fell heavily.
"Elias, don’t scare me. Quickly, there’s someone injured here, hurry over," Quinn Lockwood kept shaking her head, holding Elias Sinclair tightly, tears soaking the front of her clothes, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Quick, bring the stretcher over."
Several medical personnel in white coats rushed over, putting Elias Sinclair onto the ambulance.
Quinn Lockwood followed onto the ambulance, holding Elias Sinclair’s hand tightly, refusing to let go.
Elias Sinclair was connected to monitors and intravenous saline. Blood continued to flow from the wound uncontrollably, making his face frighteningly pale.
A dizzy feeling pulled his consciousness away bit by bit. In a daze, he felt the woman’s cold little hand grasping his tightly. He tried to open his heavy eyelids and seemed to see Quinn Lockwood crying like a tearful mess.
Elias Sinclair gently tugged at the corner of his mouth, his thin lips slightly moved: "I don’t like seeing you cry ."
His voice was extremely weak, seemingly about to break at any moment.
"Don’t be afraid." It seemed like he used all his strength, those two words were completely a weak breath from Elias Sinclair.
Seeing Elias Sinclair’s closed eyes, Quinn Lockwood suddenly felt helpless, trembling as she pulled out her phone and dialed Cameron Grant’s number.
"Brother, brother, come quickly to the emergency center. Elias is injured, don’t tell Dad and Mom..." Hearing her crying, Cameron Grant grabbed his coat and ran out.
Elias Sinclair was pushed into the operating room, and Quinn Lockwood crouched helplessly at the door, her hands tightly clasped together.
She seemed to feel the panic of losing her mother once more, she didn’t even dare to imagine what she would do if something happened to Elias Sinclair...
Unknowingly, Elias Sinclair had become so important to her.
"Savannah?" Cameron Grant saw Quinn Lockwood curled up, instantly worried.
"Brother!" Hearing Cameron Grant’s voice, Quinn Lockwood snapped back to reality, standing up shakily.
Seeing Quinn Lockwood’s face covered with wounds and bruises, a strong feeling of bitterness surged in Cameron Grant’s heart, his expression instantly darkened with pained eyes.
"Savannah, how did you get hurt? Is it..." Cameron Grant hurried towards Quinn Lockwood.
"Brother!" She interrupted him, immediately throwing herself into Cameron Grant’s arms, tightly hugging him, and the tears she managed to hold back broke free once more.
Her frail back heaved with sobs, her voice hoarse and frantic: "Elias... He lost so much blood, what should I do, will he die? What should I do, Brother!"
Quinn Lockwood was almost in a complete breakdown. Since her rebirth, she had never felt this way, as if... as if she had returned to that night engulfed in flames.
The thought that Elias Sinclair might face misfortune choked her, even making breathing difficult.
She couldn’t help but let out a cry, clutching at Cameron Grant’s clothes, tears soaking through his pristine shirt.
"Savannah, don’t worry. Elias will be fine."
"You should get your wound treated,"
But the person in his arms shook her head: "No... I can’t leave, I must stay with him."
Tears continued to fall, seeing Quinn Lockwood’s body still trembling fiercely, Cameron Grant gently caressed her back, his eyes darkening.
Has she truly fallen for Elias?
Bitterly tugging at the corner of his mouth, Cameron Grant continued to softly comfort Quinn Lockwood.
At this moment, the door of the operating room opened, several nurses pushed Elias Sinclair out and sent him to a private ward. Seeing that he seemed to have regained some color, Quinn Lockwood slightly sighed in relief.
"Who is the family member?" a middle-aged doctor with black-rimmed glasses walked in holding a medical chart, his expression somewhat stern.
Quinn Lockwood’s heart skipped a beat, quickly stepping forward: "I am."
"What is your relation to the patient?"
"I am his... his... wife," Quinn Lockwood pursed her lips, speaking rather unnaturally.
She knew the doctor needed to confirm her identity before informing her of Elias Sinclair’s condition, there might also be some medical documents and consent forms that she needed to sign.
Although the two of them weren’t truly married, they were at least registered, and only she could sign the consent forms. Googlᴇ search novelFɪre.net
Besides, such a critical time couldn’t dwell on details.
The doctor adjusted his glasses and glanced at Quinn Lockwood, then opened the medical chart, taking out a report, while speaking to her: "Mr. Sinclair’s back and arm wounds caused severe blood loss. After stitching the wounds and a blood transfusion, his blood volume is now stabilized."
"However, the injury to his head caused a brain contusion. If the accumulated blood blocks aren’t cleared, the pressure on the brain nerves could cause temporary memory loss."