Chapter 151: I Need a Hand

Her face flushed. She found it incredulous that this man felt no guilt for what he had witnessed. Unleashing her inner fury, she snapped, "So, are you going to pee or not? If not, I have to go!"

"Of course I have to pee!" Oscar retorted, his tone unpleasant. However, upon noticing her flushed face, his demeanor softened considerably. After all, he rather enjoyed seeing Hannah blush. He nudged forward slightly. Hannah bent to help him up. Fearing she might accidentally touch his wounds, she hesitantly asked, "Does it hurt?" Her expression was surprisingly caring.

"You feel sorry for me?" Oscar smiled.

"No...just a little guilty."

"Come on, stop pretending."

"Oscar, do you want to pee by yourself?"

Soon, Oscar fell silent, unable to hold it any longer. Hannah carefully helped him off the bed. The doctor had diagnosed fractures in his right leg and arm. With his left arm resting on her shoulder, she supported him as he hobbled to the bathroom. It took considerable effort to get him there. As she was about to leave, he requested, "Hey, give me a hand."

"What?" Hannah asked, confused.

"My pants."

"Can't you do it yourself?" His shamelessness was astounding.

"I can't stand still on my own."

"Is it because of your arm?" Hannah tried to regain her composure.

"I need my hand to hold the wall for support. Can't you see the other hand is in a cast? I can't grow an extra hand to pull off my pants!" Oscar retorted.

Seeing his struggle to stand on one leg while supporting himself with his left hand, she relented. Averted gaze, she walked over and pulled down his pants. Just as she was about to leave again, Oscar stopped her. "Do you know what it takes for a man to pee? I need a hand!"

"You need some kind of ritual or something?" Hannah was annoyed.

"Come here. Let me explain," Oscar said plainly.

"Oscar, you'd better behave yourself..."

"Come on! I can't hold it!" Oscar frowned, looking genuinely desperate.

"Just do it yourself!" Hannah's patience had run out.

"I can't! I need a hand!"

'Is he insane?' Hannah muttered to herself.

"Come on!" Oscar urged.

Hannah, who had reached the door, returned to his side, her eyes still averted. Oscar whispered something to her. Hearing this, Hannah looked awkwardly shocked. "Oscar!"

"Hey, I got injured because of you," Oscar pleaded.

She remembered his determined expression as he'd crashed the car to save her last night. But now he couldn't even pee alone? 'You've got to be kidding me!' she thought. Yet, she did as he asked.

"How long will this take?" Her face burned crimson.

"It'll take a while for a tough guy like me!" Oscar joked.

She was speechless.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finished. Hannah helped him back to bed and returned to the bathroom, washing her hands repeatedly. A doctor arrived for his morning rounds.

"Any relation?" the doctor asked.

Hannah hurried out of the bathroom. "Yes."

Oscar smiled inwardly, She thinks she's my relative. The thought made him grin.

"While his injuries aren't severe, he needs careful attention, especially the fractures. Avoid jarring movements and watch him carefully to prevent falls. Fracture recovery takes time," the doctor advised carefully.

"Okay," Hannah replied, listening attentively.

The doctor examined Oscar again, asked a few questions, and concluded, "He can be discharged. Keep his wounds dry; no showering for a week. Clean him with a towel daily. Bring him back in a week to remove the stitches. After that, he can shower."

"Okay," Hannah meticulously noted the instructions.

"If the wounds bleed, fester, or he develops a fever, bring him back immediately," the doctor added.

"Right," Hannah nodded.

The doctor left. Hannah repeated the instructions to herself, then turned to Oscar. "I'll process your discharge."

Oscar nodded, appearing in good spirits. Hannah didn't bother wondering if it was because he was going home. The memory of helping him in the bathroom left her feeling unclean and ill-tempered. She hurried to leave the ward, only to find Jimmy waiting outside. She'd completely forgotten he'd been there all night.

Noticing her expression, Jimmy said seriously, "Madam, don't worry. I slept well last night."

"You slept here?" Hannah gestured to the chair.

"I've slept in worse places."

Lips pressed together, she didn't know what to say.

"I'll process Oscar's discharge. You can go in and talk to him."

"Okay."

Hannah walked away but turned to watch Jimmy enter the ward. She was surprised by his loyalty to Oscar. Was it simply the generous pay? The more she learned about Oscar, the more enigmatic he seemed.

Lost in thought, she began the discharge process. It was straightforward; she just needed to sign. She pushed open the ward door, only to freeze. Janet was leaning intimately against Oscar's chest, while Jimmy waited outside on the balcony. She wondered what further intimacies might have occurred had she arrived a moment later. Anger flared within her.

'Oscar, you never learn to abstain, even with a broken leg, huh?'

With a hostile glint in her eyes, Hannah said coldly, "Miss Burke, you're flirting with the wrong man. Do you know he's married?"

Her words broke the tension. Both Janet and Oscar stared at her. Hands crossed, Hannah stood defiantly.