Chapter 7 Get Out

'What's the point of her compromise? Even after she had done so much for him in the past two years, this jerk has never been moved in the slightest.' she agonized.

"If you think I'm dirty, then you should rely on yourself. But you know what, you can't even stand up yourself, which makes you look like a joke." Emma kept irritating him. Even though she was hurt by his words, she still hoped that he could get better soon, that's why she had said these words.

Then she turned around, sped out of the bathroom and slammed the door.

Leaning against the wall, Jack stood in the bathtub alone, feeling angry about her departure. 'Bitch! How dare she mock him! It was all her fault that he couldn't stand up. What the hell was she thinking?' Jack gritted his teeth.

"You stupid woman! Don't you ever try to run away from me!"

He lifted his legs, trying to step out of the bathtub. However, he overestimated his ability. However strong his waist was, it could not help him controlling his numb legs. As he finally lifted his left foot, his right foot lost its balance and he slipped into the bathtub.

"... ah!" The pain made him scream out. He laid in the bathtub, twisted and unable to move.

Walking out of the bathroom, Emma stomped in heavy steps. She lowered her head, thinking about the harsh words that Jack used to say to her. She felt even angrier. But somehow, she thought of the day when Jack just found out that he couldn't walk any more.

Two years ago, in order to dodge her, his car turned over, and his legs were broke. Afterwards, he passed out, having no idea what kind of life he would face when he woke up.

Sending him to the hospital, Emma sat next to his bed and looked at his pale face silently. This bad tempered man was actually very handsome. He had briskly black lashes, a Roman nose, and square jawlines. But even with his eyes closed, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if there was something bothering him in his dreams.

Emma would never forget his reaction the moment he woke up. It was such real rage a man in despair could have for his body.

He opened his eyes and seemed a little confused at first. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. Then his face grew gloomy. His teeth chattered.

By this time, he had sensed that his body was different.

"What's wrong with my legs? What happened? Why can't I feel anything?" He wailed in horror. He was unwilling to face the fact that his legs were disabled.

Hearing his words, Emma shivered, shook her head without saying a word. She had no idea what to say.

"Get out! Get out! You bitch!" It was all because of this woman! It was all because of her!

Worrying about his legs, Emma wouldn't leave in a long time.

"You shouldn't be too indignant. You have just woken up, you are still quite feeble. Please don't consume yourself like this."

"Shut up!"

He roared with his eyebrows frowned. He glared at Emma as if he was about to choke her the next moment. He pretended to pull out the infusion tube from his hand.

His action really frightened her. Emma rose up and begged, "please, don't. It's all my fault. I'll leave right now. Don't do this to yourself, please." Then she trotted out and closed the door.

Watching her departure, Jack sat alone in his ward, dejected. Being silent for a few minutes, Jack felt infuriated again.

Standing outside the door, Emma couldn't peek into the ward. But the sound told her what was happening inside. She could hear his roars and the sound of smashing things. There were so much frustration and helplessness in his angry roars.

Bending her head, Emma stood outside in silence.

Finally, the nurse came. Jack has been exhausted and went back to slept under the nurse's comfort.

Standing outside the door, Emma gazed at his sleeping face in a distance. It was obvious that he was exhausted. Anyone who have seen his face can tell. Emma felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest. It was all because of her. As the tears trickled down her cheeks, Emma said nothing, but made a vow to herself to take good care of the poor man.

All these scenes seemed just happened yesterday. His frustration and helplessness were deeply imprinted in her mind.

Standing on the stairs, Emma seemed to have calmed down. Her anger brought by what Jack has said earlier has vanished. All she could think about now is that how's he doing alone in the bathroom.

'Is he doing ok? Maybe I should go back to check on him. What if the maniac fall on the ground again? There's nobody else to help him.' concerned Emma.

So she turned around and started to walk back, with his obstinate expression flashing through her mind.

As she arrived at the door, she wondered if she should walk in. She hesitated.

'He must have yelled at me again. Why was it always so difficult for him to accept other people's kindness?' she thought.

Bang. Sounds like someone fell to the ground. Then a suppressed groan came from the bathroom. Her thoughts was interrupted. She had a bad feeling. Knocking heavily on the door, she asked about what happened inside.

"Jack? Are you okay? Did you fall down? Did you get hurt? Jack?" As she kept knocking on the door, Jack heard these vague words.

He didn't want to answer. He was such a proud man, he didn't want to admit that he need her help.

Getting no reply from the other end of the door, Emma was so scared that she wondered whether Jack had fainted inside the room.

"I don't care if you let me in or not. I'm going to come in anyway. I don't care how much you hate me. I just want to make sure you're safe."

As she spoke, Emma twisted the handle of the door and pushed it wide open. Finally, she saw what happened.

Jack was lying on the floor, naked and twisted. His wet hair sticking to his face, and the water drops were dripped down. He squinted at her with an inexplicable look and a sneer at his face.

"Get out! I don't need you here."

Hearing this, she didn't run away as she had done before. Instead, she gently closed the door and walked towards him slowly.

"You fell down? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have run away just now, or you wouldn't have slipped down."

"God! You're bleeding. Damn it! How did this happen?" As the distance between them was narrowed, she finally saw his bleeding knee. The wound was very deep. His flesh was pulled out and already became a little pale due to the bleeding.

She could only imagine how painful it would have been, since his right leg kept trembling, trying to ease the pain.

"It's none of your business. Get out! I don't need your pity." Jack yelled at her.

It was so annoying to be helped by a woman he loathed. He didn't want to see the pity in her eyes at all, making him feel like a loser, like he could do nothing himself but pray for others' pity and help like a newborn baby.