"Are you planning to sleep all day? Don’t forget you’re a housewife. Or are you waiting for me to serve you breakfast?"
The blow landed right on my injured leg, and I couldn’t stifle a gasp of pain.
Only when he saw me grimace, did he seem to notice something went wrong. Frowning, he pulled back the blanket, his eyes were met with a swollen and red stump.
"Debbie! How did you hurt your leg like this?” he exclaimed.
Before I could respond to his question, he bent down and lifted me into his arms. "Never mind, I'll take you to the hospital now to have it checked out.”
As I curled up in his arms, I caught a glimpse of his worried expression. For a fleeting moment, guilt tugged at my heart.
Maybe I had misunderstood him. After all, a similar dress didn’t necessarily mean anything, and maybe all of this really was just a coincidence.
While I was thinking about it, Jimmy carried me downstairs and placed me in the car. All that time his phone kept vibrating again and again without stopping.
As soon as I arrived at the hospital, I was whisked into the emergency room. Jimmy did not follow me inside. Instead, he chose to stand in the hallway while tapping his cell phone with tender eyes.