He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 165: What Should I Do if He Really Becomes a Vegetable?

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: What Should I Do if He Really Becomes a Vegetable?

Theodore Grant was quickly wheeled into the emergency room by medical staff.

Seeing things had gone south, the heavy woman dropped the weapon and ran off.

Natalie Morgan had no time to chase after her, instead running after the stretcher toward the emergency room.

That woman had been coming for her, but Theodore Grant had recklessly thrown himself in front of her, taking the hammer blow in her place.

’He was already a fool.’

’Now he’d been hit on the back of the head.’ Natalie Morgan was terrified his life might be in danger.

’As long as he doesn’t die, this debt I owe him... I’ll repay it slowly.’

’Worst case, I’ll take care of him for the rest of his life.’

Pacing anxiously outside the emergency room, she turned her head and saw Ethan Yates.

His trench coat billowed rhythmically with his steps as he walked quickly toward her.

"How is he?" he asked urgently.

Natalie Morgan looked at him, confused. "How... how did you know...?"

"It’s all over the construction site. Everyone’s saying Bertha hurt the fool. I happened to be sketching at the site, and when I heard, I rushed over to see."

He stared nervously at the red light above the emergency room door.

After watching it for a moment, he calmed down enough to ask Natalie Morgan, "How long has he been in there?"

"Two hours."

’I’m so worried, too. Not a single doctor or nurse has come out.’

’I have no idea how he’s doing.’

"That Bertha, doesn’t she know you go to jail for assault? How could she just hurt a fool like that?"

Ethan Yates looked furious.

His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles cracked.

After a brief moment of confusion, Natalie Morgan’s eyes flickered as she looked at Ethan Yates. "She was originally trying to hurt me. He blocked it for me."

"What?" Ethan Yates’s anger flared instantly, like a lit flame. His brow furrowed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"He really is a fool, just taking a hammer for someone else like that."

Natalie Morgan slowly lifted her head to look at the furious man.

In her memory, Ethan Yates and Theodore Grant weren’t close. Their only interactions had been a few fleeting encounters while he was sketching.

’So why is he so worked up right now?’

"Why... why are you so worked up? Could it be..." ’There must be something I don’t know.’

Ethan Yates saw the suspicion in Natalie Morgan’s eyes and didn’t try to hide it. "Let me be honest with you. I do have some feelings for that fool."

"You... you’re really... into men?"

’It was just a guess before.’

’But now... he’s admitted it himself.’

’But Theodore Grant isn’t gay.’

"You’re not going to discriminate against me, are you?"

Ethan Yates knew that views on such things were relatively conservative in the country.

But he didn’t care.

Natalie Morgan curled her toes in embarrassment. "No, of course not. It’s just... he’s a fool. Even if you like men, shouldn’t you at least find one who’s... normal?"

"It’s a feeling."

’A feeling?’

Natalie Morgan didn’t understand Ethan Yates’s emotional world.

’It’s a good thing Theodore Grant is a fool right now.’

’If he were normal and found out a man had a crush on him, he’d probably kill Ethan Yates.’

DING.

The light on the emergency room door went out.

Theodore Grant was wheeled out.

Natalie Morgan’s heart leaped into her throat. She hurried forward, looking at the man with anxiety and unease.

His face was ashen, and he seemed almost lifeless.

She nervously asked the doctor, "How... how is he?"

The doctor removed his mask, his expression grave. "We saved his life, but his recovery... we’ll have to wait and see."

’Wait and see?’

’What does that mean?’

Natalie Morgan’s heart clenched. She tried to glean more information from the doctor’s tone.

"Doctor, are you saying he’ll be in a coma and won’t wake up? Or... a vegetable?"

The doctor was silent for a moment, then sighed softly. "It’s hard to say right now. His situation is quite complex. We can only observe him for now and then decide on a course of action. But you don’t need to be overly pessimistic."

A nurse wheeled Theodore Grant to his room.

Natalie Morgan’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Worry and unease filled her chest, and her eyes were filled with deep concern.

Ethan Yates patted Natalie Morgan on the shoulder reassuringly. "He was injured because of you, but you don’t have to blame yourself too much."

’How could I not blame myself?’

’If he really ends up in a vegetative state, what will I do?’

Her eyes dimmed.

She followed the nurse into the hospital room.

The patient was sleeping quietly.

Ethan Yates said softly to Natalie Morgan, "Let me stay and take care of him. For one, if Bertha comes back to cause trouble, I can handle her. And for two, I’m a man, which is more convenient in some ways."

Natalie Morgan froze for a second.

’If Ethan Yates were a man with normal preferences...’

’I might actually be able to entrust Theodore Grant to his care for a few days.’

’That way, I could go deal with Bertha for the assault.’

’But he’s not normal in *that* way.’

’What if he does something while Theodore Grant is unconscious?’

’No.’

’I can’t let that happen.’

"No, that’s okay. I’ll take care of him," Natalie Morgan said, rejecting Ethan Yates’s ’kind offer.’

Ethan Yates opened his mouth to try and persuade her again.

But Natalie Morgan cut him off. "He was this badly injured because of me. It’s more appropriate for me to stay and take care of him. Mr. Yates, why don’t you head home for now?"

"You’re a woman. There are a lot of inconvenient things when it comes to caregiving," Ethan Yates tried to argue.

"There’s nothing inconvenient about it."

She gave him a faint smile, not giving him another chance to argue.

Ethan Yates reluctantly swallowed the words that had been on the tip of his tongue.

"Fine. I understand. But I was being sincere."

Natalie Morgan just smiled and said nothing more.

After Ethan Yates left, Natalie Morgan sat by the hospital bed, gazing at the pale face on the pillow, lost in thought...

「A few days later, on the weekend.」

Natalie Morgan brought Momo to the hospital to see Theodore Grant, who still hadn’t woken up.

"Mommy, what’s wrong with Mr. Grant?"

"Mr. Grant is sick. When we see him in a minute, you have to speak very softly, okay?" Natalie Morgan’s face shone with a gentle, loving warmth.

Momo nodded obediently. "Okay, I will."

Holding Momo’s hand, she had just reached the door to the room when she heard a rustling sound from inside.

Natalie Morgan assumed it was a nurse and led Momo inside.

But...

She swore she had never seen such a disgusting sight in her entire life.

"What are you doing?!" Natalie Morgan shoved Ethan Yates away and yanked the blanket up to cover Theodore Grant’s body. "Mr. Yates, what is wrong with you? I know you like him, but he’s a patient! And you’re molesting him without his consent? Are you sick in the head?"

Ethan Yates was mortified.

He had, just now, truly lost his composure.

"Mr. Childs, I know I shouldn’t have, but it was a crime of passion, I..."

"Enough." She felt nauseated just listening to him. "I don’t care what your mental state is, he’s a patient right now! And he’s a fool! And... and we’re in a hospital! You’re just too despicable."

’He’s so young. How could he do something so disgusting?’

Natalie Morgan looked at Ethan Yates, her stomach churning violently.

"That’s enough, Mr. Yates. Get out of here, and don’t come back."

"Mr. Childs, I..." Ethan Yates wanted to explain further, but he realized there was nothing to explain. He glanced at the man on the bed. "When he’s better, we can talk."

Natalie Morgan didn’t know if Momo had just seen that.

She didn’t discriminate against homosexuals, but she never thought Ethan Yates would have such a disgusting fetish.

She took a couple of deep breaths to calm the discomfort welling up inside her.

"COUGH, COUGH..."