KATHRYN’s POV….
I held on to the mob as I sat in bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. How did things suddenly become this way? I could remember a few days ago when Daniel and I had gotten so close. Because I had so many injuries, he was always by my side, taking care of me, but now I didn’t even have the chance to get close to him.
He was always around Ella, and even though I hadn’t seen them do anything that would hurt me, the fact that they were together was enough to cause me pain. I wiped my tears slowly as I buried my face in my hand.
Every day, I had to go see the doctor for my checkup, and even though I knew the godfather still had the upper hand in this, I had to be strong for the sake of Daniel and the child I loved so much. I wiped my tears slowly as I picked up the mob, about to start cleaning, when suddenly there was a pain in my back.
I screamed in pain as I fell to the floor. I swallowed as I rolled on the ground, screaming in pain. It hurt badly, and it felt like all the pain I had been going through in the last few days was coming back to me.
I swallowed as I kept on holding on to my back, and as I held on to my back, it was like the pain was going all the way down to my knees. I tried to stand up, but I wasn’t able to, and it was at that moment that I realized it was one of the godfathers doing.
That bastard-how could he do this? He was such an animal; I hated him so much! I cried in pain, and just then, Daniel walked in.
“What’s going on?” He asked me as he started to help me to the bed, but then it didn’t matter how hard I tried; I couldn’t feel my legs. I closed my eyes.
“Daniel, help me, please. I can’t feel my legs, and it hurts so much.” I told him as he helped me to the bed while I kept on crying in pain.
He held on to my hand as he stared at me, and the way he stared at me, it felt like he had remembered everything. It felt like he knew me again, but did that really matter now? I was on the verge of getting paralyzed, and his remembering me wasn’t supposed to make me happy at all.
“Hold on, I’ll go get the doctor; stay there, and don’t move.” He told me as he rushed out of the room.
The moment he said those words, more tears started to stream down my cheeks because those were the same words the man I had fallen in love with used to tell me. I wiped my tears off slowly. It didn’t matter how hard I tried; I always loved him, and even though I was in trouble right now, he was still in my mind.
He rushed back in as he started to rub my foot. “Don’t worry, the doctor will be here soon.” He told me, and even though he was rubbing my foot, I wasn’t feeling anything.
My whole back and leg had become numb, and I was getting scared. As he massaged my foot, I could see the care, worry, and anxiety in his eyes as he stared at me, but every single time our eyes locked, he would look away, and I knew he was trying to hide something.
“Mr. Lopez, please wait outside for her. I’ll check up on her.” The doctor told him, and even though he didn’t want to, he had to obey.
It was such a long time, with different injections, drugs, tubes, and all, but then it was done, and Daniel was called back in.
“Tell me, doctor. What happened to her? Why did her legs suddenly fail?” He asked the doctor like a husband who had just taken his wife to the hospital, and I smiled slightly.
“It seems she has been getting a lot of torture lately. Injections, forced drugs, and all that, and she has being under a lot of physical abuse, and that’s the cause. There’s a particular injection that causes a temporary failure in the leg, and she was injected with it. Don’t worry anymore; once I leave, you can help her see if she can stand properly. Aside from that, she is fine. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” The doctor told him and walked out.
“Physical torture? Tell me, how’s that even possible? How did you get that, and who is hitting you?” He asked me, and I turned away.
“I don’t want to answer that.” I told him, and he picked up a glass of water as he stared at me.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to answer. I understand, but tell me one thing: why would anyone inject you so that you won’t be able to use your legs for some time?” He asked me, and hearing him ask me those questions reminded me
So much of the Daniel who had left.
I swallowed as I stared at him. “It’s a long story; you wouldn’t want to get bored by it.” I told him, and he nodded as he sat on the bed beside me.
“I’ve got nothing to do; I want to hear it. What happened, and who is doing all these things to you?” He asked me as he stared into my eyes, and seeing this, it felt like he hadn’t even lost his memory.
I swallowed as I stared at him. “You don’t remember me, but you care this much about me, Daniel. Just admit that you care a lot about me. What’s stopping you?” I asked him, and he looked away.
“I don’t care, I’m just curious. It’s not a big deal.” He told me, and holding on to his chin, I turned him to face me.
“Look into my eyes and tell me you don’t give a duck about me.” I told him, and he took his hands off slowly, and before I knew it, he got off the bed.
“I don’t care about you.”