Hamish sat quietly on the sofa, skipping lunch, waiting until one o’clock when his phone finally rang.
He looked over at the screen. The number displayed was an unknown caller ID. He picked up, “Hello?”
“Hamish, I’m at the hospital now,” said Elisa’s voice.
Hamish’s gaze was cold and ominous. He said frostily, “Elisa, you still remember to call me?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the other end went silent. Hamish’s brows furrowed slightly, his gaze becoming profound, “Which hospital are you at?”
Elisa answered, “Bankshire Hospital.”
“Elisa, you really take my words as passing wind! This time, without waiting for the other party to respond, Hamish directly hung up the call. He clenched his phone and car keys and went out the door.
The hospital.
Elisa’s expression was somewhat blank. After a long time, she finally put down her phone. The screen had already gone dark.
There was a hint of gloom cast over her brows and eyes. Elisa’s brows furrowed slightly. Suddenly a shadow fell over her and she looked up to see Micah approaching her.
“Done with the call?” Micah asked.
“Yeah,” Elisa nodded and handed the phone back to him.
Micah took it and glanced at it, then asked again, “What did he say?”
Elisa shook her head, pretending to be calm as she shook her head, “It’s okay, don’t worry.”
Micah moved a chair over and sat down, his face solemn, “Look at all these injuries on you, how can I not worry?”
“Hamish will come to pick me up from the hospital later,” said Elisa.
Micah suddenly fell silent. The hospital room became so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Elisa seemed to be pondering something. After a long time, she finally came back to her senses. “Micah, you should leave.”
She looked up, a faint smile hanging from the corners of her mouth, as gentle as the sunshine outside, “If you really care about me, then leave. Don’t get close to me anymore and don’t confront Hamish. I promise you that before my illness acts up again, I will be fine.”
What could kill her was the stomach inside her body, not Hamish.
Elisa’s eyes were filled with guilt. The last time Micah was injured by Hamish, she didn’t even have a chance to apologize, afraid that it would make Hamish even angrier.
After that, she didn’t even dare to call Micah, afraid of dragging him down.
“Last time, it was my fault you got hurt.”
Micah said casually, “That had nothing to do with you.”
But despite this, Elisa still felt guilty. She looked at his hand, “Won’t your hand have any after effects?”
Micah was a surgeon, and his hands were very important for holding surgical knives.
“It got better long ago. Dislocating then relocating only hurts for a couple days, don’t worry, look.” He swung his hand to show Elisa.
Elisa thought back to that scene and still felt some lingering fear. She had only thought Hamish was overly possessive before, but now she realized he was just crazy.
Elisa changed the subject, “Get me a few more bottles of medication, just switch out the bottles.”
Micah got up, “Let me get them for you, but are you still planning to hide your illness from him?”
Elisa’s smile at the corner of her mouth slowly turned bitter, “You’ve seen how he treats me. He won’t care at all whether I’m sick or not. Moreover, I’ve already lied to him once before, he won’t believe me anymore.”
After Micah heard this, he turned and left to grab the medication. Elisa leaned against the bedside, looking outside at a bird flying by. A wood pigeon landed on a thin branch. The branch couldn’t bear its weight and swayed unsteadily in the air.
But the wood pigeon didn’t fly away either, continuing to stand there, swaying like a swing. Elisa watched thoughtfully.
Birds never believed in the branches that could support them, but rather the wings that could make them fly. To live well, one could not rely on others.
Micah came back with the medication – two bottles of new anti-cancer drugs and two bottles of strong painkillers. The anti-cancer drugs were packaged to look like common stomach medicine, while the painkillers were placed in what looked like health supplement bottles.
“The dosage is still the same as before,” he said.
Elisa took them and said thanks. She opened the bottles to confirm, “How much? I’ll transfer it to you.”
“The medication is my gift to you. We’ve known each other for so many years. With your current situation, I can at least help you with this.”
“How can that be,” said Elisa.
Micah stroked her head, “Listen to me. Your situation is difficult now. Providing you with medication is the best I can do to help. The rest still depends on you.”
Tears welled up in Elisa’s eyes, her nose sour. She inhaled to push down the sourness in her nose, “Thank you.”
She was very touched that in this last year of her life, there was still someone who cared about her and gave her the last warmth in this world.
Micah had always been especially good to her. In over twenty years, the time he had accompanied her was longer than her father’s or brother’s, making up for the lack of familial affection in her life. Sometimes she even wondered why Micah wasn’t her real brother.
Elisa was not overly sentimental. She accepted the medication. “Micah, I’ve made up my mind.”
“Made up your mind about what?”
“I want Hamish to fall in love with me.”
Micah was completely confused, unable to follow Elisa’s train of thought at all. He knew what he should and shouldn’t say, but there was a stubborn feeling in his chest that made him unable to resist asking Elisa, “Elisa, could it be that you still like Hamish?”