Living Lifelessly

Chapter 4

Lisa

I lie in my bed as I stare at the ceiling with a blank mind.

I hate this state that I am in right now. A part of me tells me that I am doing the right thing by ignoring Arthur like this but the other part tells me that he doesn't deserve this.

I still can't believe that he left me alone, standing in the middle of the road that day, when we were actually supposed to have a date night.

Just then, my door bell rings.

Oh God, who is it now?? I haven't even changed my night dress yet!

I quickly get out of my bed and change into a decent dress before tying my hair up in a messy bun.

I open the door finally but I instantly try to close it back when I see Arthur standing at my doorstep.

"Lisa please just listen to me, please,"

I stop midway, the look on his face is enough to melt my heart.

I think about a minute or two before finally letting him in.

"Come inside,"

I step aside and he enters with a smile on his handsome face.

After we both settle down, he reaches forward and takes my hand in his.

"Lisa, I am sorry. I am really sorry, I know it was so wrong of me to leave you that night all alone but I had no-"

"Do you want coffe or tea?"

I feel really bad watching him apologise like that. I was so angry at him a few minutes ago but it's not how I wanted him to be.

I know his job is very demanding, and I also know that how hard he tries to manage his professional and private life side by side.

"Uh... coffee,"

He replies with a confused face. I know what he's thinking but I want him to just relax right now.

"Okay,"

I smile but before I can even get up, he pulls me back down and kisses me. I close my eyes and kiss him back.
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                           Arthur

"Man, do you have any idea that you could get fired for what you did,"

I am sitting with Justin, in the locker room. I just told him about what happened the other day.

"I know," I almost yell. "Let's suppose you were there at that time instead of me, tell me wouldn't you have done the same thing,"

He clears his throat and looks away, thinking of an answer most probably.

"You know that before we started our med school we took an oath, right? To treat the ill to the best of my ability, to preserve my patient's privacy, to teach the secrets of medicine to the next generation, and so on."

I might sound a little dramatic right now but that is the reality.

My conscience would never allow me to leave a patient dying just because he doesn't have a strong family background.