Oh please! Even now he wanted to play the hero?
I shrugged off his grip just as he began coughing violently, his face turning purple.
With a loud thud, blood gushed from his lower body as he collapsed unconscious.
The nurses hurriedly wheeled him toward the operating room while Sophie shot me a furious glare and shouted over her shoulder, "Are you happy now? If something happens to Ethan, you're responsible!"
She followed the nurses without offering any explanation.
In that vast hospital corridor, I was left standing alone.
I raced home, floored the gas pedal, and drowned my sorrows with a bottle of liquor.
No matter the truth, I at least needed to confront them face-to-face. That's what I told myself.
At 3 AM, the doorknob rattled - Sophie was back.
With her was Ethan.
Ethan looked deathly pale, wincing with every step. Sophie helped him into the guest room.
After getting him settled, she finally noticed me sitting silently on the couch, watching them.
"You're still up?" Sophie started fidgeting, cleaning the coffee table - a clear sign of discomfort.
"The hospital had no spare beds, so Ethan's staying with us for now. You're a doctor, so it'll be easier for you to look after him."