You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 293

“Let him drive himself up—hurry.”

Sending a car back and forth would just waste time. It’d be faster if he came on his own.

Oliver turned, about to look at Patricia, but caught a flicker of pain on her face before she could hide it.

His heart jumped right into his throat.

He called out, “Johns, send the helicopter. Now.”

Patricia looked at him, surprised. “That’s not necessary. There’s really no need to rush.”

Oliver’s brow stayed furrowed. “You look like you’re in pain.”

“It’s just a little sore,” she tried to brush it off.

“I don’t want you to hurt at all.” His voice was stubborn, like he wouldn’t let her argue.

He just couldn’t stand to see her like this.

Half an hour later, the doctor arrived and asked a few questions.

“You’re just worn out,” the doctor finally said. “It’s aggravated an old injury. Some therapy should help a lot.”

Therapy again—same old story.

Three years ago, Patricia had tried every treatment under the sun.

She thought maybe she’d gotten used to the needles by now, maybe it wouldn’t hurt anymore.

But the second her eyes closed, all those years she’d spent unable to walk flashed through her mind—

those endless days, dark and suffocating.

Even now, out of that nightmare, the shadows still followed her everywhere.

Lying flat on the bed, she let out a helpless sigh and draped her arm over her eyes.

She barely had time to catch her breath before someone gently took her hand.

She peeked out from under her arm.

Oliver was sitting right beside her, holding her hand so carefully, rubbing her palm with his thumb.

The guilt and worry on his face were impossible to hide.

He sounded almost afraid to ask, “Did shopping and unpacking wear you out?”

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