I got up and moved my numb legs, and the pain coming from my knees made me frown. The pain made me unsteady, and I could only barely stand up by bracing myself against the wall.
With the bright moonlight outside, I put the key to the wedding room under the coffee table in the living room.
I was reluctant, but what could I do?
I thought, "Ethan doesn't want me anymore."
I prayed at church yesterday that I would give anything if he just woke up safely.
It seemed that God heard my prayers.
I had an abscessed wound at my knees, so I had no choice but to come to the hospital.
I froze for two seconds upon seeing that the attending doctor was Charlie Moore.
"Victoria, did you forget me so soon?"
I lowered my head in embarrassment, and Charlie smiled in a low voice, "I'm kidding you. Where's your wound? I'll help you with it."
I lifted my pants up and the bruise at my knee was deep and surrounded by wounds that were about to scab over from the injury. Tears fell from my eyes as I looked at my wounds, and I couldn't help but say, "It hurts."