He thought Elisa would only suffer some minor injuries, believed that those people wouldn’t make things too difficult for her, and thought he could rescue her and protect her as quickly as possible.
However, things turned out completely different from what he had imagined. He couldn’t describe this feeling, losing control, completely collapsing.
Is this the feeling of “regret”? In his whole life, he had never done anything to make himself “regretful.” Even if there were some regrets, he could quickly calm himself down. He was so confident that when he saw Elisa, filled with life-supporting devices, he completely lost his sanity, miscalculating for the first time in his life.
Hamish felt as if something in his heart had shattered instantly.
“Elisa… Elisa…” Tears blurred his vision, and he gently held Elisa’s hand, repeatedly calling her name, trying to wake her up.
When he cried, there was no sound, only tears continuously flowing down his cheeks.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your gastric cancer? Why did you lie to me!” His mind was in chaos, and the only thing that had supported him completely shattered, causing him physical pain.
In the quiet ICU room, only Hamish’s breath remained, heavy and mournful. They never knew that a man’s suppressed crying could be so sorrowful, as if it could cry out all the pain.
The medical staff on-site found it difficult to look at him. The previously frenzied Hamish seemed like an illusion, his composure was just a facade, easily broken.
Now, any words of comfort were useless. Elisa lying down crushed his arrogance.
Hamish was crying, but he felt nothing. He just felt the coldness on his face. He reached out and touched it, only to realize that his face was already wet with tears.
He looked at the tear marks on his fingertips, unable to regain his senses. In his memory, the last time he cried like this was on the day his parents died.
This place was filled with oppressive despair, making him hesitant to stay, but he couldn’t leave. He had to stay by Elisa’s side until she woke up.
He gritted his teeth, trying to ease the spasmodic pain in his heart.
Hamish stood up, his legs numb, a surge of force rushed to his head, and his vision turned black. He leaned against the bedside to steady himself.
After a while, Hamish asked, “She will wake up, right?” It wasn’t a question, but a confirmation.
The doctor hesitated for a moment and nodded, saying, “If the patient’s will to live is stronger, there’s a possibility of recovery in the future. But the chances of a vegetative person waking up are very low, and considering Elisa’s gastric cancer, she might die before waking up.”
Hamish’s gaze dimmed, and in the end, he pursed his lips and said nothing.
Elisa hadn’t escaped from the life-threatening situation yet. The medical staff remained vigilant for twenty-four hours, fearing that her heartbeat would stop again.
People had been in the ICU room all the time, and Hamish sat beside the bed. He hadn’t slept for two days, hadn’t eaten anything, and hadn’t drunk water for nearly twelve hours. His lips were dry and peeling.
His complexion lacked color, even showing signs of weakness. His inner grief was hard to calm, but his face didn’t reveal much fluctuation. So, when Tobias came with his subordinates, he didn’t notice anything unusual.
“Mr. Burns, what happened to Mrs. Burns? It’s just a regular ward, but Tobias felt that it was much colder inside than outside, making people hesitant to enter, as if the air conditioning was on.”
“A vegetative state,” Hamish said lightly, revealing the result.
Tobias widened his eyes in astonishment, his lips moving but in the end, he didn’t say anything. He quietly placed his fully charged phone and change of clothes on the table and left.
Once Tobias left, the room was empty again, leaving only Hamish. He reached out, his fingertips touching Elisa’s chin, and then moving to her neck. There was a red mark, and the veins on her neck had several deep needle marks.
Sliding down further, he saw Elisa’s collarbone. The wound had been treated and covered with gauze, hiding the bloody scars.
But he clearly remembered that when he was holding Elisa, something resembling a sharp hook had pierced her there.
Hamish’s hand trembled uncontrollably, and the feeling on his fingertips was uneven, as if he had been burned.
Nerves tightened, as if a giant stone was pressing on his shoulders, making it hardfor him to breathe. Hamish’s heart felt like it was being twisted with a knife.
The vibrating phone on the table caught his attention, and Hamish looked over. It was Lila calling him.
An indescribable exhaustion welled up from within him, but in the end, Hamish answered the call.
“What’s the matter?” His voice was hoarse and barely recognizable.
Lila could tell even through the phone and asked with concern, “Hamish, why does your voice sound so hoarse? Are you sick?”
“No, why did you call me?”
“I… Hamish, I’m scared. Can you come and accompany me?” Lila’s injuries looked quite serious in the photos, but compared to Elisa’s injuries, they were considered minor. Her right hand was fractured, and the rest were just superficial wounds that could fully recover.