Chapter 40 No Reason
Ariana Sutton’s PO
My whole body froze as my nose began to burn.
Frankly speaking. if I had a logical reason to do so, I would go back with Stefan, even if I would never be officially acknowledged as his partner. In reality, such a reason did not exist.
I took a deep breath and smiled at him. “No.”
He frowned at me for a hot minute before walking away
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At that moment, I felt the urge to run after him, but I resisted it with all my might. My vision grew hazy with tears as well.
I only dared to run to the door when the car drove off far into the distance. Disappointment and a strong sense of loss spread through me.
I just
did not get it; why would he ask me if I wanted to go with him? He had hated me for years.
Why did he give me hope?
I was scared, no longer brave enough to take the step. I was afraid of being torn apart once more.
When I arrived at the hospital, I was out of it. I was constantly thinking about how he had asked me if I wanted to go with him. The more I thought about it, the more confused I was.
Suddenly, I spotted someone peeking in at the door, so I asked, “Here to see the doctor?”
The person at the doorway cowered while calling out an affirmative. Since he did not come in, I called out once more in exasperation, “If you are, please come in.”
The person hesitantly inched into the clinic. As he walked in, I was greeted with an indescribable stench that was a combination of body odor, sweat, and revolting…
I could not help but frown as I silently put on a face mask.
The moment I did so, the person retreated backward as if he was extremely aware and humiliated by the stench that hung around him.
The new patient was a young man in his twenties. His clothes were so worn and faded that it was impossible to tell what color it originally was. He was covered in quite a lot of dirt, and his hair was long and messy. Every inch of his skin was visibly dirty as if it had been a long time since he last showered, but it was not so bad that one could call him a homeless bum.
The most eye–catching part of him was his bare feet covered in bloody wounds, likely from a lack of shoes.
I walked forward to help him to a seat. “What happened?” I asked with a frown.
His eyes darted around like the eyes of a lost kid.
It was then that I finally realized he had a mental disorder.
I checked his feet, as a medical practitioner should. They were merely bleeding from the wounds and were not caused by some skin disease.
After I cleaned and dressed his wounds, I said to him, “All done. You can head to the cashier now. As for your feet, stay off of them and keep them clean.”
He continued sitting there for long moments, unmoving as he sneaked glances at me.
I then knew that he did not have any money on him.
Fine. I caved in
