At those words, Diaia's face instantly soured.
But she glanced over at Liam, and in the end, she bit her tongue and said nothing.
Liam, meanwhile, stared down at his unresponsive lower body, a thick, suffocating layer of despair clouding his eyes.
He mumbled, "Emma, you're pretty happy to see me like this, aren't you?"
I frowned, annoyed at his comment. "Liam, please respect my profession."
As a doctor, I would never take pleasure in seeing a patient's condition flare up, even if that patient was Liam.
When Diaia wheeled over a wheelchair, Liam lowered his eyes and sat down without a single protest.
His face was completely blank, as if someone had ripped his soul right out of his body.
Diaia pushed him out of the hospital, and I shook off the messy thoughts swirling in my head and
