While talking, Lucas ultimately failed to keep his emotions in check.
He had always remained calm, always steady, handling everything with composure. But deep down, Lucas was really scared, deeply fearful.
Yet, after his brief outburst, Lucas immediately regretted it.
Taking a deep breath, he said, "Anson, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's not your fault."
Anson, feeling frustrated, replied, "That's exactly why I didn't want to tell you guys. You always treat me like a kid, wanting to keep me under your wing. The slightest thing happens, and everyone rushes to my side."
"Lucas, you all have your own lives. You don't need to treat me like a baby anymore. I can handle things myself."
"It's not that I don't appreciate it, it's just..."
It's just that he's scared, he's not used to it.
In his past life, after what happened to his father, he had to shoulder the responsibility of the entire family, growing up overnight, and learning to face everything alone.
He had hit walls, failed, made mistakes, and learned many harsh lessons. Eventually, he learned to tackle every challenge head-on, with courage.
Suddenly, he felt so much love and care from the Wood family that he wasn't used to it, and he began to feel fearful—afraid that he would lose the strength and courage to face challenges on his own.
He knew they were doing nothing wrong; he was just scared that he might become weak. Then one day, if he woke from this dream and the safety net disappeared, he might never find the courage to face the storms again.
Anson closed his eyes, afraid of unintentionally revealing his vulnerability.
Lucas's voice came from beside him, "But you are my brother."
With just one sentence, Anson's tightly closed eyes were instantly filled with hot tears. He quickly changed the subject to hide his turmoil.
"So, what did the doctor say? Is everything okay?"
Lucas watched as Anson turned his head, his eyes and shoulders trembling slightly. He let the silence linger for a moment and ultimately did not expose Anson's emotions.
"The doctor says you need rest—at least three weeks, but my recommendation is six weeks."
Anson was taken aback and immediately put his emotions aside, turning to Lucas. "That long? What about the movie shoot?"
Lucas remained expressionless. "The movie? Is that what you're worried about right now? A slight mishap, and you'd be lying here for a year."
"If it wasn't for the stunt rig master catching the wire at the last moment, slowing your fall, things could have been much worse."
In the worst-case scenario, he might have been paralyzed.
After all, Anson had fallen from the height of two stories, landing flat on his back, putting immense pressure on his lower back. It was extremely dangerous.
If anything had been just a little off, things could have ended very differently—
Years ago, the first Superman actor, Christopher Reeve, landed headfirst during an equestrian event, breaking the first and second vertebrae and damaging his spinal cord, resulting in paralysis from the neck down.
Anson was just inches away from a similar fate.
Even the doctor was blunt:
He was very lucky.
As Lucas spoke, anger once again surged in him, nearly impossible to control.
Anson was stunned too, not expecting he had come so close to death. However, having experienced death once before, he remained calm.
"Lucas, it's said that surviving a disaster brings good fortune. You should be happy. It means my true luck is just beginning."
Lucas said nothing, giving Anson a cold look as if to ridicule him.
Anson wasn't afraid at all. "Are you going to keep staring at me with that face, like the evil queen jealous of Snow White? It's not good for my recovery."
Lucas nodded lightly. "Deal with it."
Anson: ...
Blinking, Anson decided to change the topic. "So, what's the deal? What did the doctor say?"
"Minor disc damage, slight misalignment, which is pressing on a nerve, causing pain, numbness, and weakness. Also, fractured ribs, and internal organs took some impact, so breathing will be painful for a while."
Minor. Minor.
In terms of the injuries, it wasn't too serious—already a blessing within the misfortune. With proper recovery, there shouldn't be any lasting damage.
But the doctor was also clear that his body needed enough time to heal. It wasn't just about medication; physical therapy was essential. Rushing it could lead to permanent injury.
It could take a few weeks or a few months, but the patient needed to take it step by step.
So Lucas wasn't exaggerating—
Three weeks was the bare minimum, and Lucas thought six weeks would be better.
As for "Spider-Man 2"? Was it important?
Not at all.
To be precise, Lucas intended to hold the crew and production company accountable. Even if they cooperated, Lucas had no plans of sitting quietly.
He laid it all out, hoping Anson would rest well. Yet, to his surprise, Anson nodded calmly.
"Alright, I got it."
Lucas was skeptical.
Anson continued, "Three weeks. Don't worry, I'll cooperate and rest well. You'll see—I bet I'll be back on set in two weeks."
Lucas... wasn't even surprised. "Just stay put."
Anson sighed. "Already going stale here."
After a little joke, Anson noticed a slight hesitation in Lucas's expression.
Lucas had always been hard to read, but occasionally, the differences were noticeable, meaning that the emotions were probably serious.
"What's up? What are you worried about? Shouldn't I be the one worried that Mom's going to rush over here? What's with the worried look?"
Lucas glanced at Anson, hesitating.
He didn't want to disturb Anson's rest, and he had already kept everyone from the set away, trying his best to keep from losing control. But with Nora coming over soon, and the questions their parents would ask Anson, the Wood couple might lose it.
Finally, Lucas chose his words carefully and spoke.
"Anson, this might not have been an accident."
The words were mild but carried weight.
Anson was stunned.
"To be precise, it might have been an accident, but it wasn't entirely unintentional. More than one person said that there was a flash at the scene, which blinded the stunt rigger and caused the subsequent situation."
"Apparently, flash photography was strictly forbidden on set, but someone knowingly ignored that."
"Unfortunately, the scene turned chaotic, and the director isn't exactly the type to notice small details. Everyone was focused on you, so no one saw the culprit."
"I asked around, and no one noticed anything unusual."
"Anson, did you notice anything?"
That was the point.
Though it was difficult, Lucas hoped Anson might have seen something.
Anson also tried to think back, but the pain lingering in his body made it hard to focus. "No, I didn't notice anything at the time. I was completely focused on the shoot."
This answer was a bit disappointing, though not unexpected.
Anson had been in the middle of filming, doing a high-risk stunt, needing all his focus. It was normal not to notice anything unusual.
And because he hadn't noticed, he didn't have time to protect himself.