Chapter 875: Chapter 901: Willing to Take Responsibility (2)
She didn’t have nails. Just now, in order to push Windsor Myres’s face away, somehow, she tore the corner of her mouth, and blood was coming out.
Mia Ginger propped herself up with one hand and stood up.
It took a good while.
Her butt hurt.
In this weather, she was only wearing a pair of thin jeans. Falling so heavily on the hard tiles, it felt like the bones were all cracking, and her foot twisted. Only when she stood did she realize, and with a "thud," she fell back down.
Windsor Myres stared at her dumbly.
Mia Ginger gritted her teeth and glared at her, then suddenly stood up, bent over to grab her bag, and limped away.
"Stop right there!" Windsor Myres quickly called out to her.
Mia Ginger kept walking to herself, didn’t even turn her head, as if she hadn’t heard her at all.
Windsor Myres grabbed her wrist, "To the hospital."
"Damn it, I don’t want to be embarrassed!" Mia Ginger flung her hand away, couldn’t keep her balance, and fell back to the ground.
Windsor Myres picked up her bag and slung it over her own shoulder, grabbed her wrist, and helped her up onto her own shoulder.
Her strength was considerable, and she was stubborn. Mia Ginger was almost furious being dragged along, kicking her foot below for ages, but Windsor Myres didn’t budge an inch, letting her kick several times.
Mia Ginger got tired too, leaned on her, too lazy to struggle.
The two walked awkwardly like that, and before long, they arrived at the clinic across from the neighborhood.
The doctor recognized Mia Ginger, frowned as soon as he saw her, "Injured again?"
Mia Ginger glanced at him, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
Windsor Myres helped her toward a chair, but Mia Ginger didn’t sit. She turned and hopped over to lean against the single bed next to her, saying to the doctor, "I’ve twisted my ankle, please take a look."
The clinic was empty at the moment, and the doctor went straight over to her.
His eyes landed on her face and noticed she was injured there too, asking, "What happened to your face?"
"A stray cat scratched me." Mia Ginger said dully.
"Oh." The doctor looked at her dirty shirt, then instictively glanced at Windsor Myres, uncertainly said, "Did you two fight?"
"Yeah."
"No."
Windsor Myres and Mia Ginger said at the same time.
The doctor chuckled, didn’t say more, and bent down to examine Mia Ginger’s sprain.
Windsor Myres, carrying her bag, casually leaned against the side.
She raised her hand to rub her head, and her fingertips touched a bit of blood.
Mia Ginger looked up and saw it too, pursed her lips, and said to the doctor, "Please check her head after you’re done."
"Friends, huh?" The doctor glanced back at Windsor Myres, helplessly said, "A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists. You girls, can’t talk things out, have to get into a fight. What if something goes wrong?"
Mia Ginger stiffened her face, saying nothing.
The doctor examined Mia Ginger’s foot, then went to wash his hands and checked Windsor Myres’s head.
"Minor scalp bleeding, not serious." The doctor finished speaking, dipped a cotton swab in iodine, pressed it on her small patch of scalp, and instructed, "Disinfect and stop the bleeding, it should be fine after a while."
"Got it." Windsor Myres pressed the cotton swab and moved to the side.
A phone rang from Mia Ginger’s backpack.
Before Windsor Myres could touch the bag, Mia Ginger snatched her backpack over and pulled out her phone.
She answered, her voice gentle, "Brother Jackson."
"Are you home yet?" Koa Jackson was getting ready to leave work, tidying up and asking her.
Mia Ginger made a sound of agreement, then suddenly tested, "Does your hospital have that kind of medicine that’s really effective for reducing swelling and bruises? Can you bring some back tonight? I need it."
