Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 79

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at the adorably flustered look on her face. "I’ll turn around, and you can rinse me off."

With his back to her, Oliver heard the splash of water as Josefina, in a panic, doused his back with cool water. Thankfully, it was summer, so it wasn't unbearably cold. The water ran for a while, but Oliver’s shirt was a lost cause, stained with sulfuric acid.

Once he was rinsed clean, Josefina helped him into her car and pulled out a first aid kit she kept for emergencies. She sterilized a scalpel as Oliver’s shirt was ripped open and tossed aside. Popping a pill into his mouth, she said, "Bear with me. I don't have anesthetics on hand."

"I trust you," Oliver said with a pained smile.

Ignoring his comment, Josefina meticulously removed the dead tissue, poured medicine on the wound, and wrapped it up. Oliver bit back the pain, feeling each one of Josefina's careful movements as he lay across the table in silence.

Helping him to his feet, Josefina's voice was laced with urgency, "I’m taking you to the hospital for a proper check-up."

Looking into her deep, dark eyes, Oliver teased, "You're worried about me."

Josefina didn't bite, busy coordinating with his men to get him to the hospital.

Percy, on duty at the hospital, was already waiting outside after getting Josefina’s call. Relieved it wasn't Josefina who was hurt, Percy sighed when he saw Oliver's condition. Due to the acid spill, Oliver's back injury was serious enough to require an IV drip and a hospital stay.

George hurried to the hospital as soon as he heard. He took care of the admission formalities, brought Oliver a change of clothes, and also bought some milkshakes and snacks.

Josefina was surprised to see George laden with goodies. "George, why all the snacks?"

Lying with an IV in his arm, Oliver glanced over. "They're for you."

Josefina's heart skipped a beat, not expecting Oliver to be thinking of her. She stood up. "George, perfect timing. Stay with Oliver. I need to go back."

With one look from Oliver, George backed away. "Ms. Josefina, I really don’t have time. With Oliver here, I’ve got the company to run. Please, don’t let me die young – I haven’t even found love yet."

George, encouraged by Oliver's approving look, continued, "Ms. Josefina, your medical skills are second to none. You should stay with Oliver. I’ll arrange for your meals to be delivered."

Josefina interjected, "I have to go to the police station. Camden and Jaxon conspired against me. I must seek justice." Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

George reassured her, "Ms. Josefina, we've got it under control. Oliver has the best lawyer on it. Those murderers don't stand a chance."

With the issue settled, George dashed off as if being chased by a beast.

A smile almost broke on Oliver's face. George had done well. His salary would be doubled this month.

Lying shirtless on the hospital bed, Oliver called out, "Josie, my back is really hurting."

Josefina approached and sat beside him, noting the blood seeping through the bandage on his back. "Try not to move. Remember what the doctor said? Light diet and no water on your back. It'll hurt at first, but it'll get better."

The IV needle was still in his hand, the drip slowly working its way into his veins. "Can you blow on it? It really hurts," Oliver pleaded, his usually commanding voice now laced with a beguiling vulnerability.