I Want To Marry Him

After an hour or two, Kate woke up. She saw Jack beside her.

"Jack, where is Ryan? Is he alright? What happened?" She stood from the bed, but Jack held her by the shoulders and tried to help her sit.

"He's fine. The doctor said he had cuts on his head, hands, and arms because of rods, but nothing to worry about. He'll be alright soon."

"How could you say nothing to worry about? Jack, he had cuts on his head. You saw bleeding. A pool of blood was there. How could you say don't worry?" Kate stepped out and strode towards the room where Ryan had shifted.

She opened the door of the room and saw him on the bed. His head and hands were covered with bandages, while dark blue marks were also on his arms and around his neck. She slowly advanced towards him and sat on the stool beside the bed. Tears filled her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she held his hand and spoke. Jack's heart clenched in his rib cage. He wanted to see them happy. Jack didn't disturb her and walked out of the room. He dialed Damien's