During that time, nurses repeatedly urged him to donate blood for me, but Jerome remained absorbed in the kiss, oblivious to their pleas.
Jessica's voice trembled with feigned guilt as tears welled in her eyes, "I'm just afraid Tania might be upset."
Jerome erupted like a furious lion, "Why are you worrying about someone else when you're like this?"
The nurses kept coming back, but Jerome lost his temper altogether during their last attempt, "She's not dying! Why is everyone acting so dramatic? Give her some glucose, she can last three days."
Jerome sent the nurse back to me with a message: [Apologize to Jessica and I'll give you my blood.]
I lay there, pale and confused. What did I have to apologize for? My question was answered when I saw Jessica's newest post online: [Thank you, Jerome, for saving me. Otherwise, Tania would've kept forcing drinks on me …]
Within seconds, Jerome's reply appeared: [Petty, jealous women need to be put in their place!]
On the first day after my hospitalization, both Jerome and Jessica shared posts about their romantic escapades at themed hotels across the city.