After ignoring Jacob's surprised look, he went towards the nurses to ask about Diana's condition.
Jacob's condition was worsening by the moment; he pressed his head with his fingers, his temples throbbing, thinking that if he could just bang his head against the wall, maybe he'd feel a little better.
+Get up...
He glanced at Matthew.
+They transferred her to the ward, she's stable, I got a private room.
After they take your scans, go there and lie down. dont leave that clumsy one alone.
Jacob wanted to object.
+I've had enough of your dramas for today, and my patience is running out. I'll let you know when I'm free.
_I don't want to see her right now,
Jacob groaned.
+You're getting on my nerves, man...
You're. Getting. On. My. Nerves!
And as he walked toward the elevator, he said:
+The guards are here...
I'll be back soon...
When I return, you better be in your room...
Jacob took a deep breath! Neither he nor Matthew, especially Matthew, were used to being surprised—and now everything had been happening so unexpectedly these past few days...
…
Diana didn't regain consciousness until the next morning, which made Jacob worry. He had asked the doctor several times.
Each time he heard the words "It's normal" and "There's no problem, her body needs time to recover."
He didn't ask about the papers in Matthew's hands.
He didn't want to know what plan had been made for her.
Around eight in the morning, Diana slowly regained consciousness.
During her unconsciousness, she had groaned in pain, and each time Jacob scolded himself, he had to punish himself for sure.
He certainly wasn't going to act so recklessly again! Such emotional outbursts could have ended him.