Instantly, Emmeline burst into tears, bawling.
Luca got up and helped Abel, asking, âAre you okay?â
âLuca, are you out of your mind?â Abel gritted his teeth. âWhy didnât you just chuck them the wallet?
There wasnât much inside it. We go out every day. How can you forget the rules?â
Luca slapped his head in frustration, saying, âI acted in haste and acted before thinking.â
âWe have Emma with us. What if something happens because of your impulsiveness?â
Abel got up but then bent over again with a cry of pain, involuntarily clutching his left rib.
âWhatâs wrong?â Luca asked.
âMy rib hurts. I think itâs broken,â Abel said, sweat dripping down his face.
Emmeline burst into tears again. âNo, Abel! You have to be okay!â
âIâm fine,â Abel said with a smile and pulled her into his arms. âIâm just joking.â
Luca, however, saw Abelâs face turning pale and understood that he was in extreme pain. He knew Abelâs. rib was indeed broken. Despite this, Abel waved at him, indicating that he should keep quiet. He didnât want Emmeline to worry any further.
The three of them hailed a three-wheeled motorbike on the roadside and returned to the hotel.
As they returned to the hotel, Luca was limping. It seemed that his right foot had been injured too.
Abel lay on the bed, his left side in pain, making him reluctant to move even an inch. His face was covered. in cold sweat.
Emmeline prepared a towel, unbuttoned his shirt, and gently wiped his body, only to find a dark bruise covering his entire left side.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and dropped onto Abelâs body.
âSilly girl, why are you crying? Iâm perfectly fine.â Abel smiled and reached out to wipe away her tears.
âWhy arenât we going to the hospital?â Emmeline sobbed.
âThis kind of injury isnât worth visiting a doctor here. I doubt thereâs even a decent hospital in this place.â
âIs your rib really broken?â Emmeline asked with a trembling voice.
âNo, itâs not. I was just messing with you. Itâs just very painful, but a good nightâs rest will fix it.â
âIâll watch over you tonight, then,â Emmeline said with teary eyes.
âNo, youâll suffer from motion sickness tomorrow if you donât rest properly, and with me in this condition, I wonât be able to take care of you if you get motion sickness.â
âTo hell with tomorrow. I canât relax until I see you asleep.â
âAlright, Iâm worried about you being alone in the adjacent room too. Just stay here.â
Emmeline took off her shoes and curled up on Abelâs right side, extending her arm around his waist.
She closed her eyes, and tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
Abel seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep as well.
Luca, still concerned, lay on the other bed, keeping watch over the two of them.
In the middle of the night, Luca heard Abel let out a faint groan.
âAbel, whatâs the matter?â Luca asked softly.
âDâmn. it hurts so much,â âAbel whispered with gritted teeth. âLuca, Iâll deal with you later.â
âItâs really on me this time. I acted on impulse. Spare me, Abel. If it werenât for you, they would have beaten me to death.â
âWith the three of us and the money we have, we have to swallow our pride if necessary. Donât be a hero. Have you forgotten the time we got robbed of half a load of goods?â
âHow can I forget,â Luca said. âItâs on me for acting impulsive this time.â
Abel groaned softly again.
Luca suggested, âWhy donât you come over and sleep on this bed? Sharing with Emmeline might be tiring. for you.â
âNo need. I canât sleep anyway. Whatâs more, this girl is sound asleep. I donât want to disturb her.â
Emmelineâs tears welled up in her eyes again.
The next morning, the three of them got up early. Luca bought breakfast.
Abel was feeling much better, although he had a slightly stiff waist, and from time to time, he would instinctively clutch his left side.
Abel teased Emmeline, âYou cried so much that your eyes are now puffy. You donât look pretty anymore.â
Emmeline bit into her bread, tears still welling up in her eyes again.
âA girl with many tears, indeed,â Luca commented.
Emmeline knew full well that Abel had spent the whole night in pain without sleeping.
After breakfast, they hit the road, but their speed was slow.
âLuca, why are you taking your sweet time?â Abel complained. âHavenât you had enough of this sh*thole?â
Luca didnât reply but slightly increased the speed. After about an hour and a half of driving, he parked the car by the side of the road.
Abel asked, âWhatâs wrongâ