I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 677

Meanwhile, the hospital was a scene of controlled chaos.

Steven was still in critical condition. I had just been moved out of the emergency room and was barely conscious.

Gordon stood before me, his expression tense. “Ma’am, you’re seriously injured. The doctor said you need to stay in bed. Mr. Taylor is with Mr. Lancaster, and I’ll let you know the moment there’s any news. Please, just focus on resting.”

Myron and Linda had managed to avoid the landslide. As soon as Steven and I were in the accident, Gordon had called in reinforcements from everywhere. Myron had even turned back to search for us.

I knew the scale of their response wasn’t for me; it was for Steven. They were far more concerned about him than I was, but I couldn’t rest easy until I knew he was out of danger.

My face was pale, and a dull, heavy ache still lingered in my lower abdomen. The doctor had given me a painkiller for what he said were just severe cramps, prescribing medication and plenty of bed rest.

My body felt hollowed out and incredibly weak, but my eyes were fixed on Gordon. “Please let me see him. He saved me. I need to know if he’s safe.”

Gordon couldn’t refuse. He found a wheelchair and pushed me down the hall.

Outside the operating room, Myron was pacing back and forth, his white shirt stained with blood, his face a mask of anxiety. When he saw me, he stormed over, hissing through clenched teeth.

“Zephyra, are you a jinx?!”

“If it weren't for her, we might not have even found Mr. Lancaster by now.”

Myron scoffed, his face full of disdain. “And if it weren’t for her, would Steven have been injured in the first place? He was only trapped in that fishing village because he was looking for her. He only ran into the landslide because he was trying to bring her back to the city. You think she brought him back because she was worried about him? I’ll tell you what, she just wanted a clean break from him!”

A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, and my fingers tightened on the armrest of the wheelchair, but I said nothing.

Gordon, looking anxious, quickly leaned in and whispered something to Myron, then said, “The landslide was an accident. It’s no one’s fault. I’m sure Mr. Lancaster would agree. He’s in trouble, and we’re all on edge. Please, go easy on her.”