Chapter 165
Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo )
Chapter 165
Grace came sprinting up, panic etched across her face, as she called out, âMr. Curtis, Suzanâs hurt!â
Upon hearing someone was injured, Leanne didnât hesitate. Her long strides closed the distance as she rushed toward the scene. The instincts of a physician, honed through years of medical school and practice, were ingrained in her very marrow.
Impartial in the face of injury, she wouldâve assisted anyone in need â even Curtis, had he been the one wounded.
All those nights spent poring over textbooks, and not once had they suggested turning a blind eye to those in distress.
Pushing past the crowd, Leanne rounded the bend to find Suzan propped up on a large rock, her face contorted with pain.
âWhat happened?â Leanne inquired..
Suzan bit her lip in agony. âI missed a step and took a tumble. Iâm fine, really. You guys should all go on; dawnâs breaking soon.â
Her light-colored jeans were torn, revealing a bleeding wound at her ankle.
Leanne, with her gloved hands, gently lifted Suzanâs ankle to inspect it more closely. âCan you move your foot? Is there pain anywhere else?â she asked.
âIt might be sprained; my ankleâs throbbing. Not sure if I can walk on it,â Suzan winced.
Leanne, silent, turned to Curtis to ask for her backpack containing her emergency medical
kit.
Before she could speak, Curtis had already placed the kit in her hands.
Leanne used scissors from the kit to cut away the fabric around the wound, exposing it fully, then carefully rinsed the cut with saline to remove any grit and dirt before disinfecting it.
Curtis stood by, observing her with a downcast gaze. Leanne may have stopped being a doctor, but her calm professionalism as a doctor was unmistakable. Her movements were swift, steady, and methodical.
There was an air of efficiency and a commanding presence about Leanne that inspired confidence.
âItâs not a deep wound. Leave it be, and once youâre back, keep it exposed to air. Clean and dry is the way to go. If your ankle is truly sprained, have it checked out thoroughly at the hospital.â
After repacking her kit, Leanne said, âSomeone should take her back.â
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With that, she walked away, medical bag in hand.
Suzan looked at Curtis, and all eyes naturally followed, landing on him expectantly.
Curtis, hands casually in his pockets, seemed oblivious to the silent appeal directed at him, his gaze briefly flitting over to Devin.
âYou take her,â Curtis said plainly.
Devin pointed to himself in disbelief. âMe?â
The thought of trekking back down after nearly reaching the summit seemed ludicrous.
Curtis tossed him a flashlight. âYouâre not busy.â
âI am very busyâ¦â Devin began, glancing around.
Curtis was out of the picture, since heâd just spent a sleepless night and then scaled a mountain to win back his wife.
Skyler was there with his girlfriend; he wouldnât abandon her for another woman.
Then there was Jeremy, already accompanied by his sister and harboring an obvious crush on Curtisâ wife.
Looking around, Devin realized he truly was the only spare wheel.
With a resigned grit of his teeth, Devin bent down in front of Suzan. âIâll carry you back
down.â
Clearly, this wasnât the outcome Suzan had hoped for.
She called out to Curtis, who was already walking away, her voice low. âDevinâs probably looking forward to the sunrise. Look at how reluctant he is; I feel bad for him. Curtis, could you take me back instead?â
Curtis was devoid of any brotherly affection one might expect. âHeâs never had it tough; itâs about time he did.â
Devinâs eyes widened in disbelief. âBro, Iâve always been there for you, and this is how you repay me?â
Curtis patted the back of Devinâs head with a brotherly gesture. âIf one of us has to bite the bullet, why not you? Iâve got pressing matters to attend to. Take one for the team.â
âItâs just a sunrise, whatâs so pressing?â Suzanâs complexion was pale. âItâs not your first sunrise.â
Curtis paused, turned to cast a casual glance at her, and said with an air of nonchalance, âIâm on the verge of losing my wife. Isnât that pressing enough for me?â
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