My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 420

Tristan Davis.

Not only did this man have a striking face, but even his name sounded pleasant.

Emily Blair tucked her ID back into her pocket and glanced at the tightly closed door of the hospital room.

Too bad, though—whatever charm he had was wasted the moment he opened his mouth. The man had no manners whatsoever.

Right now, he was still asleep in the hospital bed, an IV drip attached to his arm.

The doctors and nurses were still inside, checking on him.

From his clothes and overall appearance, Tristan Davis didn’t seem well-off. In fact, he rarely left his apartment. Emily remembered passing him in the hallway one day and noticing the telltale takeout containers and instant noodle cups peeking from the trash bag outside his door.

He looked every bit the part of an unemployed young man.

And being out of work usually meant he didn’t have much money.

That’s why Emily arranged for him to stay in a shared room—the medical bills wouldn’t be too steep. She hoped he’d wire her the money as soon as he woke up.

She sat on a long bench outside the room, listening to the muffled sounds of doctors and nurses moving about inside. When the noise quieted, she stood and went in.

Inside, the doctor—his back to her—turned, spotted Emily, and waved her over.

Emily walked up, listening closely as the doctor ran through a list of precautions. Her gaze wandered, landing on Tristan Davis’s face.

“If your boyfriend shows any unusual symptoms, press the nurse call button right away. Otherwise, if he’s fine tonight, he can be discharged tomorrow morning.”

Tristan really was handsome. Even though he’d lost the healthy color he had earlier, and now looked pale and a little frail, somehow it only made him more appealing—he looked vulnerable, almost inviting sympathy.

Emily hadn’t been in the room long before she noticed two nurses stealing glances at his face, their cheeks flushing pink.

These days, she was up at dawn every morning, working through practice exams, studying entrepreneurship, and, after seven each night, heading out to learn coding with Elizabeth Wilson and Xavier Gonzalez.

Every day was packed to the brim.

Now, it was nearly midnight. Her body screamed for sleep, her internal clock urging her to find a soft bed somewhere. Yet here she was, running herself ragged—just because her conscience had gotten the better of her. She’d dragged a rude stranger to the hospital and even paid his bills out of her own pocket.

She was mentally and physically exhausted, her eyelids heavy and stinging. At that moment, she would’ve given anything to shove Tristan off the bed and crawl in herself.

Suddenly, her phone rang in her pocket.

She glanced at the caller ID and groaned, smacking her forehead.

It was so late and she hadn’t gone home. She’d completely forgotten to call Emma George to let her know she was safe.

The moment she picked up, Emma’s anxious voice came through the phone, “Emily, where are you? Why aren’t you home yet? I sent you so many messages.”