Chapter 208: I Do Want to Have Sex With You

Donald scrutinized Hannah, who quietly returned his gaze. She mused that everyone around Oscar seemed to possess hidden talents.

"Mrs. Wells," Donald addressed her respectfully, "Mr. Wells is badly wounded. As his family, you should know the dos and don'ts."

"Okay," Hannah replied, listening intently.

"First, the wound is near his heart; avoid touching his chest. You'll reopen it otherwise. Be very careful when you handle him."

Hannah paled, remembering punching Oscar's chest earlier that day in the Light Building, while enraged. He must have been in excruciating pain, though he hadn't reacted.

"Second, the wound wasn't treated promptly, so it's infected. I've cleaned it, but notify me immediately if he bleeds, shows inflammation, or develops a fever. This is my card." He handed her a business card.

Hannah examined it, quickly memorizing the phone number.

"Third, Mr. Wells needs rest. He can get up and walk, but no sex!"

Hannah blushed crimson.

"The wound's proximity to his heart is the issue. Sexual activity increases his heart rate, potentially pulling on the wound and causing a massive hemorrhage. Stopping the bleeding would be extremely difficult with elevated epinephrine. He could bleed out, go into shock, and die."

Hannah stared at Donald, aghast.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Wells," Donald bowed and departed.

Hannah glanced at Donald, then back at Oscar, leaning against the bed. She bit her lip and approached him with the soup. He looked considerably better.

"Did you hear what the doctor said?" she asked.

"About the sex life?" Oscar smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes belying his serious injuries.

"Oscar!" Hannah exclaimed, exasperated.

"Okay, okay! I heard him. I'll be careful," he conceded, affecting an air of obedience.

"Soup?" Hannah breathed, regaining her composure.

"Yeah," Oscar nodded.

Feeding Oscar, Hannah reflected on their recent ordeal. Both had been wounded—her recovery ongoing, and now Oscar's gunshot wound. She wondered if she was cursed or he was simply unlucky.

"You got shot because of me?" she asked.

Oscar remained silent, confirming her suspicion. He'd rushed back from the capital to save her, leaving pressing matters unresolved.

"Oscar, will you tell me who you are someday?" Hannah looked into his eyes.

"Yes," he affirmed.

"I'll wait for you," she replied.

He'd waited for her trust; now it was her turn. Their silence deepened, the conversation weighty. She shifted gears. "How's your leg? Is it healed?"

Fractures typically took three months to heal, yet it had been less than one.

"Hmm," Oscar nodded. "It wasn't badly injured."

"Not badly injured? Then why did you act disabled and demand my care?" Hannah's annoyance flared.

Oscar chuckled. "Otherwise, how would you get close to me willingly? How would you…take care of me like that?"

"Damn it! Do men only think about sex?" Hannah fumed.

"Not really," Oscar laughed heartily. "But I must admit, I do want to have sex with you, Hannah. I've been thinking about it."

Hannah was speechless.

"Hannah, you said you were ready that night," Oscar reminded her pointedly.

Hannah blushed; she'd spoken impulsively.

"You don't seem to be lying, Hannah," Oscar observed intently. "I believe you'll keep your word."

Hannah bit her lip. "My word is my bond. But you can't do it now."

Oscar sputtered, anger rising.

"I'm afraid you'll die in bed," Hannah stated smugly, relishing her victory.

"Just wait and see, Hannah!" he threatened. "You'll regret provoking me!"

Hannah shrugged; he had time to recover. She continued feeding him, but his enjoyment was questionable; his expression was more one of frustration. As she finished, her phone rang.

It was Susan.

"Hello, Susan…"

"Hannah, I'm in trouble! Something's wrong with…with Manuel!" Susan sobbed hysterically, her voice laced with panic.

Hannah's concern grew, and Oscar's expression shifted to one of apprehension.

"Where are you?" Hannah asked, suppressing the details she vaguely remembered from her previous life; the exact time and place eluded her.

Susan, flustered, struggled to speak clearly.

"Susan, calm down! Manuel will be fine. Call 911, get him to the nearest hospital, and tell me your location. I'll come immediately."

"Okay, okay," Susan managed, attempting to compose herself.

Hannah hung up and turned to Oscar. "Susan's in trouble. I have to go. I'll tell Max to feed you if you want more soup."

Hannah rushed out, leaving Oscar looking serious and worried. He'd heard her say, "Manuel will be fine."

What happened to Manuel?