Nathan was doing fine, and his condition was stable.The nurse left, and soon, Zayn's voice could be heard from outside the room. "Mr. Hawk, you really need to take care of that hand. If you don't get it treated soon, it could be permanently damaged."Wendy looked up. She noticed Stanley's tall, handsome figure standing by the door. He had been there all along.Zayn, glancing at Wendy, added urgently, "Mrs. Hawk, Mr. Hawk's hand is still bleeding. Please, just say something."Wendy noticed the blood staining the floor. His hand would likely need a lot of stitches.She stood up and walked toward the door.Stanley's eyes lit up as he saw her approach. His tall frame shifted slightly, his face showing a flicker of hope.Zayn, relieved, said, "I knew it! Mrs. Hawk still cares about you. Mr. Hawk, you really should—"But before he could finish, Wendy reached out and shut the door with a firm slam.The door nearly hit Zayn and Stanley's faces, sending a cold draft through the gap.
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