Mr. Marsh’s Twins

The girl’s heart skipped a beat as she turned her head abruptly. “You… you’re bleeding?!” She immediately reacted and tried to get up, only to find her hair pinned under his hand. Failing to spring up, she lay back down again. She attempted twice more to lift her head and sit up, but he remained motionless, staring at her as if petrified. His arm pressed down on her long hair, refusing to let go.

Under the night sky, in the warm yellow light of the streetlamp, Summer lay in the crook of his arm. Blood continued to flow from his arm. The girl’s hair spread out as she lay there, the warm yellow light casting a soft glow on her face. To Spencer, this hazy beauty was both breathtaking and heart-stopping.

“You’re bleeding,” Summer said anxiously, holding his arm. “You’re pinning my hair!” Her reminder brought Spencer back to reality, and he finally felt the pain, frowning and letting out a muffled groan. He tried to move away from her, turning over and sitting beside her. His waist hurt, his legs ached, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart, but he endured it.

Observant as always, Summer noticed his painful expression and realized he was seriously injured. She quickly sat up and took out her phone to check if it was damaged. Fortunately, it wasn’t and the screen lit up!

Sitting on the ground next to Spencer, she prepared to dial emergency services but was stopped by him grabbing her wrist. The girl looked up suddenly, not understanding his intentions.

“Don’t call,” the man said in a low voice, looking at her gently. “I don’t need an ambulance.”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Summer couldn’t understand. “Are you crazy? You’re injured! Your arm is bleeding! What nonsense are you talking?! You need to go to the hospital immediately! What if you have internal bleeding?!”

“There won’t be any internal bleeding,” Spencer shook his head confidently. He believed in his own resilience; he had his fortune told when he was young. “I wasn’t hit by the car earlier; it’s just some scrapes. I can disinfect them myself at home.”

“No way!” Summer said sternly, pulling his hand away. “You have to listen to me on this! We must go to the hospital immediately! You can’t be reckless with your life!”

Spencer seemed to have heard these words before… That summer when he sprained his ankle playing basketball, she had insisted on taking him to the infirmary and stayed with him all afternoon.

So now, looking at the girl he loved dearly, Spencer felt a wave of nostalgia.

“Then let’s take a cab ourselves,” Spencer suggested, grabbing her wrist again to stop her from calling because it would draw too much attention.

Meeting his gaze, Summer guessed his concern. “Alright, but we need a doctor to confirm you’re okay.”

“You’ll stay with me?”

“Of course I will!” Summer stood up and helped him up too. “Be careful.”

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked as he tried to stand steadily despite the pain. Though confident in his ability to protect her, he still asked, “Did you get hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine,” Summer replied. She didn’t feel any pain; she was just scared. Seeing a taxi approaching in the distance, she said, “Stay right here!” She let go of him and hurried to the roadside to hail the cab.

“Be careful!” Spencer worried about her safety too. Despite his twisted leg, he took two steps forward in concern that she might get hit by a car.

“Don’t come down! I’ll help you in a moment!” Summer shouted back at him like a nagging mother before stopping the taxi. She opened the door and ran back towards him.

Seeing her run reassured Spencer’s anxious heart finally settled down.