By the time I arrived at the hospital, chaos had already taken over the second floor of the inpatient wing
Elliott was hurling profanities at Conner, his voice ringing sharp and cutting, “Candice is my girlfriend! Everyone here, take a good look! A doctor stooping so low as to become a third party–what a disgrace!”
He pointed a shaking finger at Conner and added with venom, “Today, I’ll make sure everyone in this hospital knows the true face of this hypocrite!”
But Conner wasn’t one to back down.
“How is she still your girlfriend after you broke up? What logic is that? People are free to love who they want. Did you learn English from a gym teacher?”
Elliott was raised like a prince in his family. No one had ever spoken back to him so harshly before. His composure snapped, and like a panther stalking its prey, he lunged at Conner. “I’m warning you, Candice is my woman! If you have any sense, you’ll stay far away. Otherwise, don’t blame me for what happens next.‘
Conner wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze steady and unyielding.
“And if I don’t? What exactly are you going to do?”
Elliott, further provoked, raised his hand to strike again, but I darted forward, stepping between the two of them. His hand froze mid–air as he turned to me, his bloodshot eyes softening into a pitiful expression.
“Candice, I’m hurt,” he whimpered. “It hurts.”
In the past, whenever Elliott acted like this, I would always soothe him, patching up the cracks in his ego with gentle words. But this time, my focus was elsewhere. I didn’t spare him so much as a glance.
I grasped Conner’s hands, turning them over to inspect for injuries. My voice trembled with
urgency.
“Are
your hands okay? Did you hurt any bones?”
