Chapter 137 Need You More

Chapter 137 Need You More
Lana’s Point of View

“You could have died!” Liam’s voice was sharp, and a sudden irritation flared hot and sizzling in my chest.

“Abracadabra, Liam,” I snapped. “I’m not dead.”

I pressed harder against the blood pooling at the back of my wrists, then tried to push myself up. Before I could, Leon and the doctor walked back into the room.

“Ma’am, you need to get back into bed so we can finish your treatment,” the doctor advised.

I snickered, glancing around for my belongings—my phone, my bag, anything I could take with me.

I really didn't need another man telling me what to do.

“I’m not staying. I need to go home and prepare for work tomorrow.”

“Ma’am, we insist.” The doctor's voice hardened. “According to your test results, your condition is serious. If you leave without receiving proper treatment, you could die.”

Death wasn't something I was afraid of.

“It’s none of your business,” I spat.

“Eliza, please.” Leon stepped toward me, but I immediately moved away.

I didn't want to see any of them.

“Don't be fucking stubborn, Lana.” Liam's patience was visibly wearing thin. “Get back in the bed.”

“No.” I ignored him and the doctor, frantically searching for my things.

Where was my phone?

My bag?

No...

A sudden tremor ran through my body, and my muscles seized.

Sweat gathered along my forehead despite how cold the room felt, and the edges of my vision began to blur again.

“The severe hypoglycemia is making her delirious,” the doctor said.

“We have to force her back into bed, whether she likes it or not.” Liam.

It was definitely Liam.

My breath hitched, when hands suddenly grabbed me.

“No!” I threw my arms forward, trying to wrench myself free, but someone caught my wrists. “Let go of me!”

I struggled harder, panic surging through me as more hands reached for me.

“Don't touch me!” I screamed, throwing my arms wildly, but it felt as though the number of hands holding me only multiplied.

They pulled.

Dragged.

Held me down from every direction.

“Let go of me!” I shook my head violently, my breathing ragged and painful as they forced me back onto the bed.

My back hit something hard.

The mattress.

I fought against them, but whatever strength I had left was slipping away.

My vision darkened at the edges.

The voices around me grew distant.

And slowly, unwillingly, I lost the fight.

Darkness swallowed me.



“Elizabeth…” I heard Leon’s voice, and the blur in my vision adjusted, and then I saw him. He was standing over me, his face drawn tight with an expression I couldn't quite place.

Pain.

Why did he look like that?

“Can you please stop fighting?” His voice was soft.

Almost pleading.

I tried to move, but my body felt strangely heavy. That's when I noticed my arms were restrained.

I stared at the straps holding my wrists against the bed.

A laugh escaped me.

Of all the ridiculous things to wake up to.

I turned my head toward the man dressed in green scrubs. A woman stood beside him, and they were talking to each other.

They were close enough for me to hear them.

Yet somehow, I couldn't understand a single word. The doctor noticed my eyes on him and turned toward me.

“Miss Elizabeth, you're awake.”

“I will fucking sue this hospital the moment I get out of here,” I promised him. “You have absolutely no right to tie me to a bed.”

“I apologize, ma'am, but you weren't cooperating with treatment, and your condition was extremely serious. You were at death's door.” He stepped closer, placing the back of his hand against my forehead. “We had to take every necessary measure to keep you safe. We also received permission from your siblings.”

My eyes immediately flickered toward Leon.

His face was red.

His eyes were swollen and puffy, like he'd been crying for hours.

Why?

“Please monitor her now that she's awake,” the doctor instructed. “If you notice anything unusual, call us immediately.”

Leon nodded, quickly sniffing back another wave of tears.

I rolled my eyes.

Honestly, compared to how I'd felt earlier, I felt much better now.

The doctor and nurse eventually left, and the moment the door clicked shut, I looked toward Leon.

“Where's Liam?” He didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and gently ran his fingers through my hair.

Then the tears came again. They slipped down his cheeks as though he'd been holding them back for far too long.

I stared at him.

I'd never seen Leon cry like this before.

“I was so scared.” Leon's voice broke. “You were unconscious for three days.”

My eyes widened.

“Three days?” I shot upright as much as the restraints allowed. “No. That can't be.” Panic immediately flooded my chest.

“What about Father? The landlord? She's supposed to come today, isn't she?” I started rambling to myself again, panic surged through me.

“Stop it!” Leon’s sudden shout silenced me, and he bit down on his lip, his eyes glistening again. “Just stop worrying about everyone else for once and worry about yourself.”

I quieted.

“The landlord, the debt, all of it...” He swallowed hard. “Those things are going to mean absolutely nothing if you're dead.”

His words cut deeper than I wanted to admit.

“I have everything under control.”

“No, you don't.” He shook his head, staring at me. “And that's exactly why you're strapped to a hospital bed right now.”

I looked away.

“But you still have to tell me how Father is doing.” My voice softened, almost pleading. “Please, Leon.”

He sucked in a deep breath and wiped the tears that had gathered beneath his eyes.

“Liam went home to speak with the landlord.” My heart thudded.

“And?”

“He's going to pay everything we owe her.”

“What?” I stared at him.

Maybe I'd heard him wrong.

Even I had only managed to come up with two thousand. And now that I was stuck in this hospital, I had no idea when I'd be able to work again.

“Liam has money,” Leon explained. “He's going to pay the landlord. Everything. You don't have to worry about the rent for the rest of the year.”

A disbelieving laugh escaped me.

“If you're saying this just to keep me in this bed, I promise you, it's not going to work.”

“I'm serious.” He gave me a tired look. “He's been gone for a while. He'll be back soon.”

“Then tell the doctors to untie me, Leon.” I tugged uselessly against the restraints. “You can't do this to your sister.”

“We're doing this because we care about you.” I rolled my eyes.

Then he added quietly, “I called Sam.”

My eyes widened.

No.

“What did you do?”

“I told him you won't be coming to work for a while.”

“You can't do that!” My voice rose immediately. “You have no idea how much I need that job.”

“I know.” His voice was painfully quiet. “You're the one who doesn't understand how much we need you to be alive.”

I froze; my lips trembled.

“Don't worry,” he continued, his voice gentler now. “They're not firing you. Your bosses are willing to wait until you recover.”