Love Worth Fighting For

“Ok I’m leaving now,” Christian says back.

“Huh?”

“Thank you for your time, I’m really very happy to know you Zee. Hopefully we will be given the opportunity to meet again in the future.” After saying that Christian then walked towards the exit leaving Zwetta who was very confused.

Since Christian had already paid for everything, none of the waiters stopped in his tracks as he left the restaurant. With his chest and head aching, Christian walks towards his car which has been parked in the same place since last night after dropping Zwetta off. Because his focus had completely disappeared, Christian did not notice the appearance of a motorcycle coming from his left.

The annoying loud sound when the food courier’s motorbike hit Christian hit the hard asphalt was clearly heard by Zwetta who was wiping her lips with a handkerchief, trained to be alert as soon as Zwetta ran towards the exit following several other restaurant waiters.

Zwetta who had managed to get out of the hotel almost screamed loudly when she recognized the figure of the man who was trying to be helped by the hotel security, with a little running Zwetta finally joined the crowd to help the man who had just given her a key to a safe in a Swiss bank. Christian Clarke.

“Let’s go to the hospital!!”

“No need.” Christian responds loudly to the words of one of the security guards who is trying to help him get up from the asphalt. “I’m fine, just a simple cut.” Christian’s eyes immediately met with Zwetta who had just arrived, although at this time his whole body ached but Christian’s smile grew when he saw Zwetta’s presence nearby.

.....

“But you have a lot of blood, sir. It looks like you have a pretty serious wound on your body,” said the security guard again.

“It’s okay, at least it’s just...”

“You need to be taken to the hospital, Christ!” Zwetta cut Christian’s words firmly. “You have quite a lot of blood, it looks like your hand is torn.”

Christian is cheering in his heart, it feels like the pain he is getting right now is commensurate with the happiness he is getting right now.

“Let’s take him to the hospital,” Zwetta said quietly to the two security guards who were supporting Christian’s body. “That man too, it seems that he was also injured quite seriously.”

Two other security people then carried out Zwetta’s orders to help the courier who had just hit Christian with his motorbike, using a hotel car that was immediately prepared, Zwetta accompanied Christian to go to the hospital. Since meeting Christian a few days ago Zwetta’s whole world has completely changed.

Because the hospital and the hotel are not too far away, Christian and the courier who hit him finally got a quick treatment. Both were treated by different medical teams in the emergency room, Zwetta, who was standing near Christian’s bed, didn’t look away from Christian who suddenly had to get an IV. Zwetta’s guess was right, Christian wasn’t doing well.

“The courier’s superior will come soon to take care of everything, Miss,” said one of the hotel security to Zwetta.

“Have you contacted him?” Zwetta asked to make sure he came back.

“Yes, they said they would take full care of this incident and...”

“No, Christian Clarke won’t sue him. Tell the shipping company it was an accident, sorry for the courier if he has to lose his job.” Zwetta cut off the security guard’s words quickly when he managed to read where the young man was talking. “Don’t worry, Christian Clarke won’t sue anyone. I guarantee you that.”

The young security was silent for a while, he seemed to digest Zwetta’s words well. After making sure that he had not heard wrongly, the security then left Zwetta again. Zwetta, who is currently carrying Christian’s coat full of blood, just stands there without doing anything, looking at Christian who is getting an IV suddenly he feels guilty.

“How is he?” Zwetta asked quietly to a doctor who had just helped Christian.

“We put three stitches on his left forearm and cleaned the wound on his knee and calf which had some minor abrasions from hitting the asphalt.”

“Three stitches? Is the wound deep?” Zwetta asked again. “Then why does he have to have an IV if he only gets three stitches like that?”

Realizing the concern of the beautiful girl in front of him, the doctor then explained in detail the reason for giving an IV to Christian, who is currently unconscious due to the influence of drugs. Zwetta who is a little familiar with the medical world looks nodding slowly, being close friends with doctor Giana who has always been her helper and her friends when they get injured after carrying out missions from Robin.

“Right now we just need to wait for him to wake up, after that he’s been allowed to go home,” said the doctor again, ending his explanation. “The wound on his hand also does not require serious treatment, you can take care of it yourself.”

Zwetta nodded slowly. “Okay doc, thanks for the explanation.”

The doctor smiled, he then continued his work again leaving Zwetta standing by Christian’s bed. Seeing Christian unconscious made Zwetta feel so uneasy, she looked very unsettled at the moment. Whereas a few moments ago Zwetta was so angry with him.

“What’s wrong with me? Why does my chest suddenly hurt to see him lying like this? What’s wrong with me?” Zwetta muttered under her breath, her right hand squeezing the edge of the bed where Christian lay firmly. “Don’t I know him? Then why should I be so sad to see him like this?”

Zwetta tried to hold back her tears from falling, she didn’t want to cry again like last night.

While trying to hold back her tears from falling, Zwetta was suddenly startled by Christian’s cell phone ringing loudly. Not wanting to disturb the other patients, Zwetta immediately looked for Christian’s cell phone which was stored in a blood-filled coat in her arms.

Zwetta’s eyes narrowed when she saw Christian’s cellphone wallpaper. Because it took too long, the call finally died and now Zwetta could see the wallpaper Christian had installed.

“Baby hands,” Zwetta muttered quietly, Zwetta’s chest felt tighter when she saw the wallpaper she was looking at right now. “Whose baby and why is this baby so small? This baby is fine, right? Why does she look so weak, what happened to this baby?”