While panicking, I picked up my bag from the side table, opened my phone, and scrolled to find Benjamin's number. With tears flowing down my face, I dialed the number, but the phone continued to ring, and no one answered.
My hands trembled. I tried calling him again until my panic rose. I cried out, my voice filled with desperation as I said, "Benjamin... Please pick up the f*cking phone...."
The doctor and the nurses rushed to my side, and one of them injected me with something to calm me down.
The doctor whispered softly, "It's okay, Emma... It's okay."
I slowly closed my eyes and drifted back into unconsciousness.
HALF A MONTH LATER.
It's been two weeks and two days, and I still can't get over what happened, especially since it felt like it had only happened yesterday.
It took me half a month to get better, but no one called me. Not even Benjamin tried to find me or see if I was still alive.
Why is it so hard for him to love me?
Doctor Grey walked towards me and handed me my things. I would be completely helpless and dead if he hadn't saved me. So, all thanks to him.
"T-Thank you, Doctor," I stuttered out.
He smiled and said, "You're welcome, Emma. The papers for your release are ready. Take it easy for a few weeks, and if you feel any pain, don't hesitate to call me."
Leaving his clinic, I nodded and smiled as I walked down the hallway. But I froze at my feet as I heard two familiar voices in the admission ward. Unsure and angry, my heart slowly pounded as I slid open the blue curtain and saw Benjamin and Violet.
I gasped softly; it felt like they dug a dagger into my heart. I looked over and saw my fiancé holding Violet's injured left knee. He only came to the hospital for that reason, but he didn't even call or look for me when it came to me.
Violet acted innocently and asked Benjamin, in a soft voice, "What is Emma doing here? Did you tell her?"
Benjamin's eyes frowned disgustingly and said, "Emma..."
I scoffed bitterly while staring at them with hatred, then took a few steps back and walked away. But Benjamin got up, followed me outside, grabbed my wrist, and asked, "What are you doing? Are you stalking me?"
I shoved his hand away from me then I stepped back, and glared at him as I exclaimed, “Stalking? Don’t you mean… cheating? You’re cheating on me?”
I boldly accused him without even stuttering, and his face turned darker.