Chapter 36: Chapter 36

“His condition is stable now. He can be charged out.”

I nearly wail in front of the doctor who helped us through Ethan’s journey here in the hospital. I took his hand and then shook it. Words can not express how appreciative I am of this day. The doctor grinned, then gestured his head. He cleared out the room, closing the door behind him. I looked at Ethan, who was looking through the window. Arms are crossed together. I sat next to him, caressing his hair.

“Ethan, I’m getting you out of here. Aren’t you happy?” I whispered, attempting to touch his cheeks when he recoiled, then looked away, unable to say anything. Something penetrated my heart, befuddled why he acted like this.

“Ethan looked at me.” I got up and then went around the bed, putting my hands over my waist and blocking his view from the window. He brought down his head, looking at the ground. I couldn’t see his eyes because of his tousled hair. I raised my hand, wanting to touch him when he spoke.

“Leave me alone, Natasha,” he grumbles. His voice sends chills to my whole system. I stopped from my spot, looking at him in incredulity. Is he serious about this? My hands were stopped mid-air, shaking uncontrollably with agitation.

“W-what?”

He slowly looks at me. His eyes are flaring with seethe. The way he looks makes my knees powerless and my internal parts disturbed. He let out a low snarl, making me step back a little. I can’t accept this. My lips separated, wanting to say something, but I couldn’t find my tongue.

“You heard me. Leave me alone,” he repeated, not breaking any eye contact. I gulp multiple times, forcing myself not to let out a tear because I have been crying for these past few days. Give me a break.

“Ethan…” I pant, calming my nerves. I wanted to yell at him and point fingers at him. I wanted to break loose and throw every object inside the room. My body was trembling, and my hands were clenching, battling the urge to slap him on his face. I raised my hand. My tears are shaping on both corners of my eyes. I quivered my lips, anticipating not to cry, but in the end, I stopped. I can’t harm him. I brought down my hand, smiling bitterly to myself.

“I endured so much pain just for you, Ethan. I waited for you to wake up just to be treated like this?” I motioned myself.

“I look like a walking corpse. I forgot to eat, sleep, and drink. It’s all because of you, Ethan.”

I let out a baffling murmur, then chuckled, letting the blades push right through my heart, making it powerless and driving me to fatality. I gradually sink to the ground, embracing myself. I don’t care if I look like a freak right now, as my feelings are getting numb. A negative vitality is inching through my system, invading my entire sentiment.

“I forgot who am I, Ethan.”

No one said a word between us. Even when the medical caretakers and doctor came in with a wheelchair. I stood up, giving them a way to assist Ethan. I didn’t look at his track. I am more eager to look at the ground. When they get out of the room, with Ethan in the wheelchair. I was left alone inside the room. Struggling with myself if I should come with them or not.

I bit my bottom lip and then sighed, following them. When I got outside, I was shocked when I saw they were halted in the middle of the hallway, looking at me. I wrinkled my eyebrows, confounded why they were gaping at me like I had grown five heads. When my eyes landed on Ethan’s, our eyes latched.

“He told us to wait for you because you didn’t follow around.” the nurse told me then pushed the wheel chair.

What? I hastily walked to catch them. When we got out of the hospital, a taxi stopped in front of us. The driver opened the entryway, whereas the medical caretakers were helping Ethan. When he got inside, I slowly drew closer to them, his eyes never leaving mine. I swallow the knot in my throat and then look at the nurse who talked to me about her husband, whom she adores beyond a reasonable doubt.

“He’s waiting for you.” she mouthed, giving me away. I nodded my head, thanking them, then went inside the taxi beside Ethan.

The whole ride was evidently quiet. I looked at him, and I saw him looking outside the window. I look upfront to know the driver was tuning in to a few music because he put his earphones in. He’s tapping the steering wheel, moving alongside the beat. I look down at my hands. I wanted to talk to him, ask him why he said those pernicious words to me.

To be honest, I wanted to give up on him, but I can’t see myself doing it. A portion of me tells me that if I lose him, my other soul will be lost. I sighed, then rested my head on the opposite window, looking at the establishment we passed.

“I’m sorry.”

I was about to fall asleep when I suddenly heard him talk. I opened my eyes, but I didn’t look at him. I remained in my position. I heard him moan out a deep sigh.

“I just couldn’t stand you’re being miserable since what happened to me. I know I’m an idiot, jerk, doltish for acting so rude.”

I felt him holding my hand, then pulling me near to him. I landed on his chest, my ears inclining exactly right on his beating heart. He caressed my head, kissing the tip of my nose. My heartbeat synced with his, making my cheeks redden.

“I hope you forgive me, my love,” he whispered in my ears. I couldn’t say anything or do anything. I just remained in my spot. My stomach is almost tangled as my heart is throbbing fiercely because of our skin that’s brushing. I can feel the electricity that’s flooding. I can’t look him straight in the eyes.

When we arrived, the driver helped us out. I saw Ethan beside me, balling his hand, trying to fight something. He looked uneasy as sweats were forming on his temple. I look at the driver, who has no thought Ethan wants to murder him. I was about to hold his hand to unruffle him when he let out a low breath and then smiled. He looks at me, flaunting his perfect set of teeth.

“I’m fine,” he told me, then carrying the house's bags. I sighed and followed him, carefully observing him since he might trip. Then, I suddenly remembered what the doctor had told me about Ethan’s condition. I quickly went to him and then helped him carry. His eyebrows wrinkled when he saw how discomposure I was.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked when we got inside.

I smiled awkwardly, unable to tell him the reason. I assumed the doctor told him, but he didn’t, expecting me as his wife, would do the honor. I will tell him, but not now; this isn’t the perfect time. I shrugged my shoulder and then walked past. I felt his stares behind my back, but I didn’t look back.

A week has passed, and our life has been more normal than ever. Ethan became a distinctive person after the incident. He’s more developed presently, well, but he’s getting there. I was doing some laundry, and he helped me dry them. Some recently, I was the cook, and he did the dishes. I even caught him looking on his phone, wanting to know how to be a good spouse. Well, it’s sweet, but we haven’t discussed the status between us. We both know how we felt about each other, but building a family? That appears to be odd for now.

“Natasha, I want a child, " he suddenly muttered, making me choke because I was drinking some water. I coughed, and he caressed my back. I look at him, perplexed as my cheeks turned ruddy as a tomato.

“Ethan, we’re not yet ready to become a parent.” I know what I have said before, wanting to give birth, and he’s the father, but that’s a big responsibility. We’re not yet sure if he’s stable now.

“You’re right,” he whispered, then suddenly threw away the utensils off the table. I was shocked, unable to say anything. My heart started beating so fast when he stood up and lowered his face, leveling on mine.

“But you have no other choice. You’re tied with me.” then he yanked me towards him, pulling me up on the table. He pushed my body and then lowered his head on my private area, devouring the sweet juice that made my insides delirious.