Web Fic
Chapter 342
Mrs. Winslet had only stopped by briefly the day before yesterday, unable to commit to the usual two-hour daily tutoring sessions. No amount of money seemed enough to secure Mrs. Winslet's services anymore.
Morwenna could tell what Claude was implying and sighed before replying, "Alright, I'll swing by before school tomorrow."
"Thanks, Mrs. Winslet."
After setting things up with Claude, Morwenna put down her phone and continued to wait.
Whether it was because Jethro's situation was too critical or not, another two hours passed, and it wasn't until 1 A.M. that the lights outside the operating room finally turned off.
Violet rushed to the operating room doors.
Morwenna quickly got up and followed.
The doors opened.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.
"How is he? How's my son?" Violet asked frantically.
"The surgery went well. He's out of danger now but will need to stay in the ICU for a few days. Family members can't visit just yet," responded the assisting surgeon.
Violet, caught between tears and laughter, didn't even think to thank Dr. Fletcher.
In her mind, these were the people responsible for her son's condition in the first place; saving him was the least they could do. Why should she offer thanks for that?
Dr. Fletcher wasn't concerned with Violet's gratitude. His decision to help wasn't influenced by the Gallaghers in the slightest.
Noticing Dr. Fletcher's exhaustion, Morwenna asked, "Dr. Vaughn, are you alright?"
Dr. Fletcher paused.
It was rare for anyone to ask how he was doing after a surgery.
“Just a bit tired. It's physically demanding work, and I might be running low on sugar," Dr. Fletcher replied.
Morwenna, remembering something, dug into her pocket and pulled out a piece of candy, offering it to Dr. Fletcher.
With his hands still gloved, Dr. Fletcher didn't take it.
Morwenna unwrapped the candy and held it up to his mouth, "A bit of sugar will make you feel better."
It felt like a forbidden temptation, but Dr. Fletcher couldn't help but accept the candy.
Morwenna watched him with concern.
"Don't worry, I feel much better now," Dr. Fletcher reassured her softly.
Morwenna breathed a sigh of relief.
As they were leaving, Dr. Fletcher asked, "Where's Barclay? Is he around?"
"He had to leave for something," Morwenna replied.
"Let's head out, it's late," Dr. Fletcher suggested.
The rest could be handled by others; Dr. Fletcher didn't need to worry.
Exiting the hospital, Dr. Fletcher stumbled slightly, catching himself against the wall.
Concerned, Morwenna offered her support, "Dr. Vaughn, how about we grab something to eat before heading back? It's late anyway, no rush."
Stuart was working late, so she might as well keep Dr. Vaughn company for a meal, especially since he seemed on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.
"Where's Stuart? Shouldn't he be with you this late?" Dr. Fletcher inquired.
"He's probably still at work."
"Alright, let's eat then."
Dr. Fletcher didn't want to cause any misunderstanding between Morwenna and Stuart, but after a four-hour intense surgery, he was genuinely exhausted.
Morwenna found a nearby food stall.
They ordered a spicy hot pot, a comforting choice after a long night.
Dr. Vaughn's pallor seemed to improve with the hearty meal.
"Dr. Vaughn, can you handle this much spice at this hour? Won't it be too much?" Morwenna joked.
“Ah, it's fine... it hits the spot," he managed between bites.
Stuart wasn't one for late-night street food runs with Morwenna.
Satisfied, Morwenna felt content.
After they finished their meal, it was already 2 A.M.
1.ne
The heat from the food and the cool night air mixed as they stepped outside, leaving Dr. Fletcher with a flushed face—a stark contrast to his usual composed self.
“Wenna, let me drive you back."
"It's my turn to take care of you after your
day. Come on, Dr.
I'll bike cones
us back!" Morwenna insisted, leading the way to her bicycle.
Riding through the quiet streets, the cool breeze felt soothing against their warm faces, and for a moment, all the night's worries seemed to fade away.