"Ugh..." I lean over the toilet, vomiting everything I had just eaten.
I move to the sink and splash my face with cold water, staring at my swollen hands. The continuous swelling has disfigured me to the point where I can barely stand to look at myself in the mirror.
In the mirror, I see Evan approaching with a clean towel.
He turns me around and gently wipes the water from my face.
His actions, though not tender, suggest he might care. "Evan, you better not fall for me."
He pauses mid-wipe, his deep gaze cooling into a stern look. "Fall for you?Forget it."
"Why can’t you let go if you don't like me?" I ask, smirking.
I snatch the towel from his hand, throw it to the floor, step over it, and walk away.
Ever since I attempted suicide, he has removed all sharp objects from my room.
I've heard Evan found a suitable kidney donor for Megan. She's in surgery today, and he's by her side.
Megan truly is formidable. A self-mocking smile crosses my lips; as she said, I'm the only one dying.
This is my first time stepping out of the hospital room since being admitted. I walk into the bustling lane. A speeding car charges towards me. I open my arms wide, laughing boldly as Evan, drenched in sweat, runs towards me.
He insists he doesn't love me,yet he rushes to my side when I was in danger !
Which is faster, the car or him?
Evan tackles me to the ground, rolling us to the side. The car zooms past with a whoosh.
"Avery, have you lost your mind?" he shouts.
I watch the car drive away.I was so near to death!
I push Evan off, get up, and prepare to leave. He grabs my hand tightly, anger written all over his face. "Where are you going?"
I turn to face him, eye him from head to toe, and finally focus on his hand, scraped and bleeding. I scoff, "Evan, you keep saving someone who’s dying. Do you find that amusing? Even if I stop seeking death, I don't have many days left to live."
He shifts his gaze from my face to my swollen hands, his expression growing grim. "Your life is not yours to decide. If I choose death for you, you won't see tomorrow. If I choose life, you'll breathe only for me."
I struggle, but can't break free from his grip. My mockery deepens. "Indeed, I know Mr. Foster's capabilities better than anyone; you’d cut off my life to save your beloved."
Ignoring my words, his face remains icy as he lifts me in his arms.
I smile at his troubled expression, touching his chest lightly, and say in a carefree tone, "The world claims Mr. Foster is heartless. If I stabbed here, would it hurt?"
He pauses briefly, then continues walking as if deaf to my taunts.
"Know this: even a second with you makes me sick. Your presence now disgusts me."
He tightens his hold, staring intensely into my eyes. "Don’t provoke me, it won’t end well for you."
I meet his gaze, filled with loathing. "Can you feel it? My body trembles, instinctively repelling you."
