Stop Picking On Me
Carla tried calling Benard when she saw a missed call once she roused from her sleep in the morning.
"Hello, Benard. Why did you call me? Is everything fine? Has Zayn's condition—"
"Mr. Giblo is doing fine. I thought of dropping by the hospital to keep Freda company. Therefore, I needed someone else to look after him. I couldn't think of anyone else other than you." Benard was pretty mindful of his reply as he had to carry on with the conversation in speaker mode.
Carla heaved a sigh of relief. "I literally had the shock of my life a few seconds ago! I thought something had happened to him!"
"He was—" Benard was about to tell Carla the truth until he caught a glimpse of Zayn's glare. He rephrased his reply again, "He was fine last night, but he doesn't look too good now."
Astonished by the news, Carla asked, "What's wrong? Have you summoned the doctor to check on him? I'm on my way there!"
"All right, we'll talk once you're here."
It was Benard's turn to let out a long sigh of relief when he caught a glimpse of Zayn's satisfied beam. He asked, "Ms. Lierger will be here soon. So—"
Zayn finished on Benard's behalf, "Go keep Freda company at the hospital once she's here. You're not really supposed to leave your girlfriend alone at a time like this.
Thrilled, Benard expressed his gratitude, "Thanks, Mr. Giblo!"
Zayn reminded Benard once more, "With that being said, you need to keep in mind that you were the one who asked her over to check on me!"
"All right. Don't worry. I know what to do."
"Come over and help me up! It's time for me to get myself a shower after spending such a long time in bed!"
"Yes, Mr. Giblo."
Carla couldn't even join her children and nieces for breakfast because she was in a hurry to Southridge.
Shortly after she got out of the car, she rushed upstairs to the man's room.
"Zach—" Once she barged into the room, she saw Zayn savoring the dumplings prepared by Vela.
When Zayn noticed Carla's presence, he pretended to be weak and stammered, "T-Take this away. I-I don't have the appetite."
Benard immediately took the dumplings away and played along with his boss. "Mr. Giblo, this won't do. You haven't had anything in days! Is there anything else you're craving for?"
"What's wrong? Is he in pain because of the wounds? Is something else wrong with him? Have you summoned the doctor, Benard?" Carla asked once she joined the duo.
"He couldn't even sleep due to the pain, but he stopped me from summoning the doctor to check on him, " Benard remarked while shrugging his shoulders.
"You're not supposed to listen to him! Go get Dr. Solova at once, " Carla instructed.
Taking a peek at Zayn, Benard carried on with the conversation with a melancholic look. "Dr. Solova told us there was nothing she could do. We have no choice but to wait until a miracle occurs."
"What about the pain killer?" the heartbroken Carla asked because of Zayn's haggard look.
"It doesn't really work against the serious wounds—"
Cough! Cough! Zayn cleared his throat, signaling Benard to stop exaggerating as it would arouse Carla's suspicion. After all, it was only a flower vase that struck him.
At that point, Zayn was still unaware that Carla already knew about his actual condition.
Overwhelmed by guilt, Carla murmured, "It's all my fault. You're hurt because of me. I'll go make you some oatmeal. You're not allowed to have something as greasy as such."
When she was about to rush out of the room, Benard got in her way and said, "I'll get Mrs. Bolistin to make Mr. Giblo something to eat. Why don't you stay here and keep him company?"
"Great, thanks!" Carla sat by the bedside and asked while placing her hands on his forehead, "Are you still having a fever?"
"I'm still kicking and alive."
He made it sound as if it wasn't a big deal all while playing weak because it worked like a charm against Carla.
As long as he continued playing weak, she would get increasingly worried. In other words, she would stay around to keep an eye on him.
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