Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 30
The yellow vespa stopped at one of the best hospitals recommended by Google as George searched for information with his phone.
“Why are we going to the hospital? Who is sick?” Gabby asked in an upset tone.
“You!” George didn't let Gabby ask any more questions. He immediately pulled the woman, bringing her to the Emergency Unit room.
Jump throw Gabby's body into the gurney that was there after the nurse invited her.
“See the wound on his left calf and immediately sew!” tell George to the nurse who was there.
The woman in the all-white uniform saw the wound on Gabby's leg. He was so shocked that the wound was so revealing the flesh on the small calf. He is not surprised by his injuries, but by Gabby who seems ordinary. “We have to wait for the doctor to do it, sir. Please wait a moment, the doctor is walking here,” explained the nurse.
Gabby, who was treated as excessive just because of a small wound on her leg, was caught off guard. “You're embarrassing me! A small wound like this I can heal myself, even I can sew it myself if I want!” his jolt didn't like getting over-treatment from George.
Gabby was about to stand up and leave the hospital before the doctor arrived, but was stopped by George. “According to me!” george did not want to be denied.
Gabby exhaled, staring at George's face, looking for a reason to see what he was treating himself like. “Why are you doing this?”
George raised his eyebrows. “Do what?”
“Buy me medicine for wounds and take me to the hospital to treat my wounds?”
George was silent, he was aware of his actions that were not usually sympathetic to others. He was also confused as to why he did this. All he did was on his own instinct. The man sorted out what answer he had to say so as not to make Gabby misunderstand.
Gabby smiled blandly, should she have known that George could not do it because he put his feelings and worries with her. Impossible! You should have been self-conscious!
Not long after, the doctor came. “Good day,” kindly.
“Siang, doc.” It wasn't George, it wasn't Gabby answering. But the nurse was waiting for the doctor to arrive. The nurse told Gabby of the wound, and she answered a nod of her head.
The doctor approached Gabby, who was sitting in a gurney with her legs bent up there.
“I check his legs first, yes?” the doctor's permission then saw Gabby's calf. “Slightly stitched, it's okay, huh? Hold, right?”
“Jit it!” Not Gabby answered, but George.
The doctor smiled and understood. “I prepare the needs for a while, done here is okay, right? Because the wound is small and does not require major surgery. Coincidentally the operating room is being used everything.”
“Do it!” George answered it again. He gave Gabby no room to answer the doctor's questions.
The doctor immediately gave orders to the nurse to prepare for her needs. Once ready, he placed medical gloves on his sterilized hands. “I'm local anesthetist, huh? To not hurt.”
“No need! Just do it without dope.” This time Gabby spoke.