Tobias received the takeout and stood still, his gaze sweeping towards Elisa.
Elisa couldn’t ignore it anymore: “What’s the matter?”
Tobias hesitated for a while and then said, “Miss Powell, can you go and check on Mr. Burns? He’s awake now.”
When Hamish was unconscious, Elisa had glanced at him from the doorway a few times, knowing that after he woke up, she hadn’t visited him even once.
Tobias had been following Hamish for too long. Back when Hamish didn’t love Elisa, he often said that Elisa was stubborn. The more he forced her to do something, the more she resisted.
Tobias was afraid that mentioning it would make Elisa resentful.
“Mr. Burns, after all… it was for you that I took that bullet.”
Elisa twitched her eyebrows: “Okay, I’ll go with you to see him.”
Tobias couldn’t hide his joy on his face, didn’t dare to say anything more, for fear of annoying Elisa and not going at all.
Being ill makes it easy to be sleepy. When Elisa went, Hamish was resting with his eyes closed, his hand resting on the outside.
In theory, Hamish’s six-foot-two frame should have been tall and imposing, but lying in the hospital bed, his hospital gown looked oversized.
Tobias stopped at the doorway, leaving space for Elisa.
Elisa walked closer step by step, looking at Hamish’s chest. The loose neckline of his large hospital gown revealed a small area of his chest.
There was a large burn there, as if it had been branded by something. Through the scar, you could vaguely make out that it was an initial, occupying the entire area of his heart.
Elisa should have harbored resentment towards Hamish. But as time passed, the gunshot, all the resentment and unwillingness, dissipated like smoke.
But this also wasn’t forgiveness, it was just a compromise with time. After all… one cannot live in resentment forever, just as Louis said, if a person keeps on hating, their heart will become very tired.
She and Hamish were never meant for each other. When destiny ends, they can only go their separate ways.
It seemed as though he realized there was someone else in the ward. Hamish didn’t lift his eyes, but called out, “Tobias, bring me some water.”
Elisa looked at the cup on the cabinet. The water inside had cooled. She poured in some hot water to adjust the temperature, making it drinkable.
“Can you sit up?”
Hearing her voice, Hamish immediately opened his eyes. He had never thought that one day Elisa would appear in front of him to bring him water. This was like a scene from a dream.
No… even in his dreams, there was no such scene. In his dreams, Elisa looked at him with resentment. He couldn’t even hold her in his dreams.
Elisa put in a straw, moved over to gently support Hamish’s head, and fed him water.
Hamish blankly opened his mouth, only realizing it wasn’t a dream after tasting the water.
Sick people get dry mouths easily. While drinking, he blinked and stared at Elisa without blinking, gulping down the water until the whole cup was empty.
Elisa stopped: “Do you want more?”
Hamish shook his head, watching Elisa turn away to put the cup down. He reached out to grab her sleeve, completely subconsciously, with a panicked confusion.
After putting the cup down, Elisa looked at Hamish with indifference: “What’s wrong?”
She pulled her hand back. Hamish’s hand didn’t have much strength, and she easily wriggled free.
“Why are you here?” When people lose their sense of security, they always want to hold onto something. As soon as Elisa opened her hand, his hand rested on the edge of the bed, empty, as if his heart had lost a piece.
“Tobias asked me to see you, after all, you got injured for me, taking the bullet.” Elisa moved a chair from the side and sat behind it, looking at the medical equipment in the ward.
The nurse said that Hamish was out of danger and would recover in two or three months.
But why did all this medical equipment in the room not feel like that? And there was still an oxygen tube.
“Oh, I see…” It was impossible not to feel disappointed. She thought she had come voluntarily, but it turned out Tobias had reminded her.
She shouldn’t have come to see him this time, not willingly, just reluctantly agreeing out of moral obligation.
After all… he saved Louis.
“Why did you rush out to take the bullet?”
“I didn’t think at the time…” He didn’t want to say it, he wasafraid that it would upset her if Louis got into trouble.
“Can you forgive me now?”
Forgive? In reality, there was nothing to forgive. For her, the past was truly the past, something she had let go of.
“Even if I forgive you, what then?”
“Can you stay by my side?” Hamish asked cautiously, a faint glimmer in his dark eyes, like a flickering candle in the wind.
“Hamish,” Elisa spoke softly, “there are too many differences between us… In my past life, I ended my own life in the most painful way with my own hands, you can’t let me go through that again, can you?”