Chapter 1081: Chapter 1081: At Least Two to Three Months Needed
Hearing Annie Anne’s voice, Olivia Thompson, the child who had been on tenterhooks for so long, finally found a place to vent, naturally breaking down into tears in the warm embrace of Annie Anne.
"It’s all Mommy’s fault... I..."
Annie Anne’s lips, already pale from blood loss, trembled weakly, her haggard appearance tugging at the heartstrings.
Upon hearing the alarm, doctors and nurses rushed to the hospital room at this moment to perform a physical examination on Annie Anne.
Charlotte Thompson also reached out to embrace Olivia Thompson, who was continuously sobbing.
Apart from the wounds on her leg and arm, Annie Anne’s body no longer had any other issues.
Although reassured by the doctor’s response, Charlotte Thompson’s heart remained suspended with worry.
After all, this time Annie Anne had broken her shinbone and there was a stitched wound on her arm; who knew how long it would take for her to fully recover.
Seemingly noticing Charlotte Thompson’s gaze, Annie Anne offered her a faint smile.
"The doctor said there’s nothing to worry about anymore, so don’t be so concerned."
Charlotte Thompson frowned in strong disapproval.
"Doctor, how long will I need before I can be discharged?" Annie Anne glanced at her injured leg and asked softly.
"At least two to three months," the doctor replied, carefully writing on the medical chart.
They say that bone and muscle injuries take a hundred days to heal; the doctor’s response was well-considered, but Annie Anne pressed her lips tightly together upon hearing it.
"Two to three months? Can I be discharged after one month?"
Before the doctor could respond to Annie Anne’s query, Oliver Hudson immediately interrupted.
"No."
Perhaps due to excessive concern, Oliver Hudson’s voice came out somewhat harsh.
Yet, Annie Anne simply shrugged her shoulders indifferently, turning her gaze to the IV drip bag hanging above.
"Didn’t the doctor say I’m fine? Besides, one month is a long time when you think about it."
"Annie," Oliver Hudson murmured softly.
Not just Oliver Hudson, but Charlotte Thompson too was worried by Annie Anne’s somewhat nonchalant response.
However, a second later, Annie Anne burst into laughter.
Her eyes were beautiful, and when she smiled, they curved like crescent moons.
"Look at you all being so serious. Even if I wanted to leave the hospital, with my current condition, I could only go out in a wheelchair, right?"
The pain from moving the IV needle belatedly swept through her, and Annie Anne felt uncomfortable, trying to touch it, but Oliver Hudson quickly pinched her fingertip first, holding it in his palm.
Annie Anne looked at Oliver Hudson and tried to pull her hand back, but to her surprise, he held on tight.
"Don’t move."
Oliver Hudson spoke softly, his palm’s warmth soothing Annie Anne’s somewhat cold fingertips.
Turning her gaze away, Charlotte Thompson looked at the window, half-hidden by the curtain.
It was now noon, the time when the sunlight should have been streaming slantwise onto Annie Anne’s hospital bed, but Oliver Hudson had drawn the curtain, fearing the light would shine on her face.
Now, only a few sparse rays of sunlight squeezed through the curtain gap, casting a mottled pattern in the hospital room, just reaching the corner of Annie Anne’s bed.
Olivia Thompson, who had been closely watching Annie Anne’s movements, now struggled out of Charlotte Thompson’s embrace and hopped down.
She walked to the window with small steps and pulled the curtains open.
The warmest, most intense midday sunlight then rushed in as if it couldn’t wait.
The sunlight shone on her little face, making her squint slightly.
Olivia Thompson turned around, presenting Annie Anne on the hospital bed with a radiant smile.