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“Leave me! Please do not harm me—” her voice—her once beautiful and elegant voice, has become harsh and broken. Trembling with fear, she pulled off the cover and got out of bed. She took a step back, still staring at me, and pointed the blade in my direction. “Don’t come near me.” she gave me a warning as her green orbs dropped towards my hand, on which she had attacked.
Her blade had slashed my glove, blood was streaming from the wound and dripping over the polished marble floor. Her green eyes squeezed with tears, and she immediately threw the blade from her grasp as she began to yank out the IV tubes from her wrist with her shaking hand.
“Gospozha—” Hyeon shouted from behind me and stepped towards her, but she didn’t glance at him.
I stopped Hyeon from approaching her by showing him my palm. “Amelia?” I called for her, and she instantly glanced up at me.
Though she didn’t know me, she was aware that she was Amelia.
“Mr. Kim and Mr. Hyeon, the patient is frightening so, kindly exit the room right away.” the doctor yelled, who had just entered the room, as she was also a little stunned by her behaviour.
Hyeon and I stood there frozen in place, my gaze fixated on her, who was quivering with panic at the sight of me. “Please, don’t—” her words trailed off as her eyelids closed. Hyeon stepped towards her and caught her in his arms just as she was about to fall to the ground.
Nurses and doctors rushed to her, and I walked out of the room without even giving her a sidelong glance.
I crossed to the other side to sit in the waiting room. I took a seat and gazed at my hand, which was constantly covered in blood—the hands that had bled people’s blood were bleeding today.
“Chief—” Hyeon approached me, his face had lost its colour and his eyes were glistening, but he was fighting back tears. “This a severe wound, it needs to be treated quickly,” he remarked hurriedly, looking at my hand. “Let me call a nurse.” Taking out his phone, he made a call and moved to the opposite side.
In a few seconds, a nurse stood in front of me. She bowed her head after meeting my gaze. “Mr. Hyeon has sent me for you,” she said, her speech tone was not at all what I would have preferred from the women that work for me.
When I remained silent, she knelt on the marble floor. She grasped my injured hand and removed my glove before beginning to treat it. I let her do her work, turning my face to the side until my hand unexpectedly brushed her face. I gazed at her and she grinned at me.
The nurse drew herself in a little closer and began to wrap the bandage around my hand, purposefully causing my fingers to brush against her body.
After she had done so twice, I released my hold on her and encircled her throat with my hand just as she was ready to repeat the action a third time. “Mr. Kim, leave me—” She squirmed, her eyes bulging out from their sockets like a squeezed toy, while I almost crushed her throat with my bare hand.
