I was obsessed with Liam for two years after we got married. He hated me. How much did he hate me? I was in a car accident, fractured multiple bones, and ended up staying in their hospital for half a year. He, a prominent orthopedic surgeon, never visited me once. No one liked me. Everyone said I was the one who drove Sierra away, that I was a heartless monster. Right after the accident, when I couldn’t move, everyone around him felt relieved for him. “Liam, you’re finally free for a while.” When it was time for me to be discharged, his friends all breathed a sigh of relief on his behalf. “Chloe’s getting out. She’s going to torment Liam again.” True to their word, the first thing I did after being discharged was find Liam. But it wasn’t to cling to him anymore. Instead, I handed him a document. “Liam, this is what you wanted.” “What?” I smiled softly. “Open it and see for yourself… Liam, I don’t want the house, I don’t want the car. I wish you even greater success in the future. I hope our paths never cross again.” After handing over the divorce papers, I stepped back and melted into the crowd.
“Nurse, what’s going on with the patient in the next bed? No one’s come to see her.” “Hmph, maybe she did too many rotten things. Everyone’s probably staying away from her.” Even while I was in a coma, I could hear conversations from outside. But in that dark world of unconsciousness, I struggled with every fiber of my being to wake up, yet I couldn’t. Finally, after countless attempts, a cup from the next bed clattered to the floor, the sound jolting me awake. “Oh my, dear, you’re awake!” Mrs. Stone gasped. I stared at the ceiling, unable to move a muscle. “Honey, I’m so sorry, did I scare you awake by dropping the cup?” No, I should have thanked her for dropping the cup. It was the shock that finally allowed me to open my eyes. No one knew how terrified, how utterly helpless I felt in that dark, comatose world.
Word of my awakening quickly reached the doctors. They came to examine me, saying it was a good sign that I’d finally woken up. But among all the doctors in their white coats, I didn’t see Liam. I hadn’t heard his voice while I was comatose. And he hadn’t shown up since I woke. “Where’s Liam?” A few doctors exchanged glances. “Dr. Ryan… he’s in surgery right now. He can’t come over.” “Oh.” “How’s my body doing?” “When the accident happened, you landed on the back of your head, resulting in significant bruising in your brain, which was the cause of your coma. You also suffered a fractured right hand, a severe fracture in your left thigh, and several other fractures and soft tissue contusions. In short, your injuries were very serious. As of yesterday, you had been unconscious for forty days. Thankfully, you were brought to the hospital quickly. The blood clots in your brain are slowly reabsorbing, and your fractures have been surgically repaired and casted. They’re healing well.”
Dinner time arrived. Mrs. Stone, from the next bed, fed her husband while turning to ask me, “Little girl, who is this Dr. Ryan you keep talking about? Is he someone very important to you?” He… he’s my husband. What kind of surgery takes eight hours? And he can’t even spare a moment to see his wife after she wakes up? I shook my head. “Just an acquaintance.” “Oh, I see.” “What about your family?” Only one caregiver was looking after me. During my coma, she was the one who bathed me, changed my catheter… she did everything. I doubt anyone in the entire hospital was worse off than me. I concocted a reason. “They’re all in another city, and it’s hard for them to travel.” My parents divorced when I was in middle school because my dad cheated. I was put in my dad’s custody. My mom was devastated and moved overseas. My dad is a businessman, constantly flying between cities. Other than making sure my allowance card was loaded, he never had time to care for me. Oh, right, three years ago, he had a little brother with his new wife.
I was the one who pursued Liam. Or maybe not ‘pursued’ in the sense that he eventually came to love me back. It’s just, even after we married, he was always cold to me. He treated me with less than a third of the tenderness he showed Sierra. Maybe, if Sierra hadn’t left, he would have married her instead. “Oh no, why is the blood flowing backward?” Ms. Davies, the caregiver who brought me my meal, exclaimed. I turned my head and saw that the IV line in the back of my hand was completely filled with blood. The caregiver immediately pressed the call button. The nurse who came in was Megan, my former high school classmate. The impatience was written all over her face. She roughly ripped off the tape on my hand and pulled out the needle. It was true; back then, almost everyone in our class secretly called me a home-wrecker, malicious, and a ruthless climber. She replaced the line and left. Ms. Davies and Mrs. Stone both looked upset. The caregiver picked up my meal, ready to feed me, and said, “Maybe she’s just in a bad mood.” “No, I noticed it. She’s just… really rude to this girl. When our old man needs medicine, she’s perfectly fine.” I didn’t say anything, just told her, “Could you please buy me a small table? I’ll put my food on it and eat by myself.” My right hand was still in a cast, so only my left hand could move. Before, if Megan had treated me like that, I would have torn into her. But now, I just felt too exhausted to argue about anything.
Liam walked in when I was clumsily trying to eat, wrapped up like a mummy. Eating with my left hand felt so awkward. When he entered, my spoon, halfway to my mouth, froze in mid-air. I must have looked utterly pathetic in that moment. He glanced at me, then turned his gaze to Mr. Stone in the next bed. “What’s the situation?” …He was here to see the patient next to me. I lowered my head, mechanically shoveling food into my mouth, my whole body feeling numb. “Doctor, you’re here! My husband suddenly has terrible elbow pain.” Liam gently loosened Mr. Stone’s cast. “Is that better?” “Much better, it doesn’t hurt as much.” Mrs. Stone asked, puzzled, “Did they change doctors? Wasn’t it Dr. Evans before?” “He has a family emergency, so I’m covering for him for two days.” “Oh, I see. You look so young, doctor, and you’re already working at City General. That’s incredible!” “Do you have a girlfriend?” Liam sidestepped Mrs. Stone’s question. “The cast was too tight before, compressing the elbow, which caused the pain. If this happens again, call a doctor immediately.” After he finished tending to Mr. Stone, he seemed to linger. I just kept my head down, mechanically eating. Then, a pair of white shoes appeared by my bed. A nurse rushed over. “Dr. Ryan, ER!” The white shoes that had appeared in my peripheral vision vanished again. I looked out into the darkness and sniffed.
From then on, Liam never visited me again. Dr. Evans returned, so Liam didn’t need to cover for him anymore. Mr. Stone, me, and the other patients on this ward were all Dr. Evans’s patients. I heard there was a multi-car pile-up that night, with many injured. I also heard Liam went to another state for a medical exchange. When he returned, there was a major fire in the city, and the hospital was overflowing. Later, I heard he was dispatched overseas for further study. In short, he was always busy. The bed next to mine saw a constant rotation of patients. Once I could get out of bed, I pushed myself through physical therapy. I was determined to stand up again, to be a normal person. No matter how painful the rehabilitation, I gritted my teeth and persevered in that therapy room, just like the other patients. Of course, during this time, I became the laughingstock of my old social circle. The untouchable ice queen, bedridden after an accident, unable to care for herself, needing everything done for her. Before, we were all medical students from a top university. But during my internship year, I injured my finger and couldn’t be a surgeon. I gave up on that career. Several of my former classmates got jobs at City General. But no one felt sorry for me. They only thought it was my karma. After all, everyone believed I had霸道地逼走了 Sierra, forcing her to go abroad.
“You’re completely back to normal. That’s amazing.” Four months later, when I walked a stretch of road without any aids, my physical therapist clapped. “Thank you for your dedication.” “It’s your incredible willpower. Honestly, your comminuted thigh fracture was extremely severe, but you’re the only person I’ve seen who never uttered a single word of pain throughout the entire long process.” I smiled and said nothing. I was discharged. I completed the paperwork and took a taxi from the hospital. It had been almost half a year since I’d been back. I paused for a moment, my finger touching the fingerprint lock. The door opened to a faint smell of dust. Just as I’d guessed, Liam rarely came back either. I tidied the sofa and opened the comforting chicken and rice soup I’d bought downstairs. I’d only taken two spoonfuls when my phone vibrated again. I looked at the messages in the group chat and fell silent. “Chloe’s discharged.” “Whoa, already out? Wasn’t she badly injured?” “She’s going to come back and cling to Liam again. Liam must have owed her something in a past life to be tormented by her like this.” “Stop it, she’s still in this group. If she sees it, watch out for revenge.” “Shoot, wrong group!” The messages in the chat were quickly deleted. I turned off my phone and continued eating my soup. I slept alone that night; Liam didn’t come home. The next morning, I lifted my stiff hand, rubbing my eyes. After a moment, I got up and dressed. I grabbed the things from the coffee table and headed out. Just before closing the door, I paused for a second, taking one last look at the three-bedroom apartment I had meticulously designed. *Slam.* The door closed as I left. In the orthopedic ward hallway, I saw Liam. They had just finished their morning meeting, and a group of doctors in white coats were coming out of the conference room.
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