I truly was a hopeless lovesick fool.
Even when my life was hanging by a thread, I still felt sorry for Charlotte being "wronged" by Daniel. But she was actually enjoying it...
If this was how my life ended, it would be utterly ridiculous.
I swore if I could survive, I would make Charlotte pay.
Perhaps God heard my prayer, for I regained consciousness.
First, I saw the sterile white ceiling of the hospital room, then the beeping of the monitor beside me. I let out a long breath, hot tears sliding down my face. As the grogginess faded, waves of pain surged through my body.
Hurried footsteps approached, and a nurse checked on me, her voice filled with relief.
"Bed 15 is awake! He's out of danger!" After a flurry of doctors and nurses, a familiar face finally appeared. Nicolas,
