Does He Get Injured Often

Alexander and Evelyn arrived swiftly at the hospital, where Benjamin Carter was already waiting.

"Alexander, you are truly something else!" Benjamin exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. "I just got out of surgery. I was looking forward to some rest. And you drag me back here immediately."

Alexander simply glanced at him, his expression unreadable. "Evelyn is hurt. Examine her," he stated calmly.

Benjamin blinked, his focus shifting entirely to Evelyn. "What happened this time?" he asked, his tone turning professional.

Evelyn felt a flush of awkwardness. "It's... just a sprain. Really, it's not a big deal," she murmured.

Benjamin crouched before her, his eyes zeroing in on her visibly swollen ankle. He let out a low, appreciative whistle.

"Alexander, you used to patch yourself up and avoid doctors like the plague. Now you can't handle a simple sprain? You had to call me for this?" Benjamin questioned, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Evelyn's eyes widened with curiosity. "He gets injured often?" she asked before she could stop herself.

"Benjamin," Alexander's voice held a clear, sharp warning.

Realizing his mistake, Benjamin cleared his throat loudly. "Ignore me," he said quickly. "This looks painful. Let's get an X-ray to be sure."

"But..." Evelyn wanted to press for more information.

Seeing the stern set of Alexander's jaw, she thought better of it. She simply nodded in agreement.

Fortunately, the X-ray confirmed it was not a serious injury.

After a quick examination, Benjamin delivered his verdict. "No fractures. Just use this spray regularly. Try to stay off your feet for a few days."

Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief. She had known it wasn't bad.

"Thank you, Dr. Carter," she said softly.

Benjamin handed the medication spray to Alexander. "She's your responsibility now," he declared. "I'm leaving."

He turned and exited the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He made a point of telling the nursing staff not to disturb the couple.

They were newlyweds, after all.

A little privacy was good for a new marriage.

Once they were alone, Alexander moved his wheelchair closer to Evelyn.

He leaned forward without a word. Gently, he lifted her injured foot and placed it carefully on his lap.

Evelyn instinctively tried to pull back, a wave of self-consciousness washing over her.

Alexander's grip on her leg was firm yet gentle. "Don't move," he commanded, his voice low.

The authority in his tone made her freeze. She nodded meekly, deciding obedience was the simplest path.

Very well. She would not move.

Alexander studied her swollen ankle, his brow furrowed. He picked up the medicated spray and applied it to the inflamed skin.

The spray was cool. Its sharp, clinical scent filled the air. It stung slightly upon contact, sending a peculiar sensation through her ankle.

Evelyn bit her lower lip, trying hard not to show any discomfort.

"Does it hurt?" Alexander asked, his voice even.

Evelyn managed a tight smile. "No, it's fine."

He didn't respond. He continued his meticulous work, ensuring the medication was properly applied.

As the spray penetrated deeper, the discomfort intensified.

Finally, Evelyn couldn't hide it anymore. A slight tremble ran through her. "Alexander," she whispered, "could you be... a little gentler?"

Hearing the pain in her voice, Alexander's expression softened for a fleeting second.

The mere thought of Evelyn being hurt again ignited a fierce, hot anger within him.

He took a deep breath, forcing the rage down. He gentled his touch as much as possible. Once he finished, he carefully placed her foot back on the floor.

With her injury tended to, they returned to Serenity Oaks.

Evelyn settled onto the bed. She wanted to say something to Alexander, but he spoke first.

"Get some rest. I have matters to attend to," he said.

With that, Alexander wheeled himself out of the room. He was afraid if he stayed any longer, the fury he was barely containing might frighten her.