Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed



Hertha stomped her foot in frustration as she watched her brother Greg speed off in his car after Roseanne.

"I mean, I'm his sister for crying out loud!"noveldrama

Not even a "Hey, wanna lift?"...

And all for Roseanne. She couldn't shake the feeling that she and Roseanne were just not meant to get along.

At the General Hospital's emergency department, as soon as the doctors had a grasp on Roseanne's situation, they immediately ordered a full-body checkup.

Corley was giving the details, with Owen Reynolds chiming in with every little fact, including how long the fever lasted, what time it broke, what time she started sweating...

Even the doctor gave Owen an extra glance.

After the checkup, Roseanne was wheeled into a room, waking up briefly during the transfer.

Owen immediately leaned in, "Roseanne, can you hear me?"

She nodded weakly.

"It's okay now, you're in the hospital. If you're tired, just go back to sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roseanne closed her eyes again.

Corley, arriving a moment too late, missed his chance to speak with her.

"Why didn't you call me when she woke up?" he asked Owen.

"Not my job."

Besides, he was too busy talking to Roseanne to bother about him.

Corley: "..."

Owen, however, went straight to the attending doctor, "Doc, how's she doing?"

"We've conducted a comprehensive examination. Some of the results will come in later, but for now, her fever has subsided. She's got a severe ankle sprain but thankfully no bone damage. Just needs medication and rest - less walking, more bed rest. Nothing else alarming for the moment." "Thanks, Doc."

"One of you needs to follow the nurse downstairs to settle the bill..."

"I'll go!" Before Owen and Corley could respond, Murray stepped forward briskly to take the bill.

Corley's frown could kill a mosquito: "Why are you here instead of comforting your girlfriend? Looking for drama?"

Murray scoffed: "Who says I can't be here?"

Corley: "Roseanne wouldn't want to see you when she wakes up, would she?"

Murray: "Like she's dying to see you."

"Corley, can't you stop picking fights with me? Is it fun for you?"

"Murray, can't you stop buzzing around her like a fly? It's pretty sad."

As the two men bickered in the hallway, Qwen Reynolds silently entered the room, his gaze softening at the sight of the pale woman on the bed. He sighed deeply and whispered in her ear,

"Sorry, I was late. Won't happen again."

Roseanne's eyelashes fluttered.

...

Back in the hallway, the two men hadn't settled their dispute when the doctor intervened, "... Forget it, you can pay later. Just don't argue here.

Go outside, it's more spacious, and you can entertain a larger audience."

Murray: "..."

Corley: ".

In the end, Owen settled the hospital bill using Roseanne's phone.

Corley: "What are you doing?"

Murray: "Short on cash? Just say, I can cover it."

Owen remained silent, not intending to explain, but faced with the two men blocking his way like a pair of stubborn bears, he finally said,

"Roseanne wanted it this way. She's not short on money and doesn't like owing people favors."

"Even if you paid now, she'd insist on paying you back once she's awake. So why bother?"

"Step aside."

Corley moved first.

Murray, though reluctantly, followed suit.

"But... how did you know her passcode?"