Chapter 122 Incapable Of Love
Eden’s Point of View
My eyes flickered through the chart in my hands, and a small smile curled at the end of my lips. She was improving speedily. I didn’t expect to see such great improvement in just two days of my absence.
“Doctor, I tried so hard to speak to you since the last incident, but I have been unable to.” Benita smiled, and my eyes lifted from the report in my hands, and they flickered towards her. I noticed the small tears at the corners of her eyes. “They said you were off work; I also found out that the man who was shot was your husband. I became very worried, but one of the nurses told me he was fine.”
“Yes, he is fine,” I answered back. “Luckily, his injury wasn’t serious, and he is back to work as well.”
“If it’s possible, I would also like to thank him.” Her eyes fell to the bed. “I know he must feel a little resentment towards me; I was the reason you were dragged into danger; you were both almost killed because of me.”
“No, that isn’t true. He doesn’t resent you. We are doctors, and we accept all these risks as part of our jobs.” I assured her. “You can only pay us back by responding and receiving treatment without delay.”
“I was also able to talk to my daughter, Kara, who told me all that you both did to ensure that she is safe with her other siblings.” She sighed softly, quickly wiping the tears that dropped to her cheeks. She continued the next line of speech, the emotions cracking up her voice. “Words cannot explain just how much I am grateful to you, doctor. Even in my next life, I don’t think I would be able to pay you back for everything you have done for me.”
It felt kind of heartwarming to hear all these from her, a small smile reached my lips as I walked towards the lobby, finally done with my morning rounds, I wondered what Lola and Felicia were up to.
“Eden.” I heard my name from behind, and I turned towards the direction of the voice when a hand wrapped around my wrists, and almost immediately, I was forcefully dragged away to the emergency stairwell.
“Let go of me!” I used my other free hand, but my punches weren’t effective. “Let go, you sick bastard!”
He shoved me into the stairwell, closing the door behind him. Only then did he unhand me, and I threw a slap at his face, and the sound echoed around us. He froze in place for a second, shocked by the suddenness of the slap, and a rough, shaky breath escaped me.
“What the hell are you doing, Thorne?” I demanded furiously.
His tongue pushed the insides of his mouth as he tried to soften the impact of the slap, and then his eyes settled back on me, narrowed and filled with so many questions.
“I wanted to talk to you.” His voice was strained, and his eyes looked obviously offended from the slap.
“Yes, if you wanted to talk to me, you could approach me like a normal human being and not just snatch me from the hallways like a lunatic!” I sneered. I tried to walk past him because I had nothing to say to him, but he blocked me with his body.
“How do I talk to you when you have been ignoring me?” He asked curiously. “The only way I could do that is if I picked you up like a lunatic.”
“Or maybe you take the hint that I want to have nothing to do with you, and leave me the hell alone.” I tried to push him, but he remained rigidly still like a statue. “Thorne, I have a lot of things to do, and I don’t want to have to report your indecent behavior to your brother, but if you keep this up, I will report you to the disciplinary board for indecent behavior and harassment.”
I paused slightly before I added. “I don’t think I want to imagine what Theron would do to you if he finds out you harassed me.”
“Why do you keep talking about him?” He rasped as he suddenly grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into the wall.
“Ah.” A small gasp escaped my parted lips.
“This is between you and me; stop bringing him up every damned time.”
“He is my husband; I will bring him up.”
“So, what are you trying to imply?” His lips quivered, and even his entire body trembled. “That you have moved on, that you have completely forgotten about me? Do you love Theron now? Is that it?”
“Yes,” I confessed, and then he shook his head.
“That cannot be possible, Eden. You know it’s a lie; you don’t have to tell it to yourself.” His thumb brushed the skin of my cheeks, and I stiffened, turning my face away. “You love me, I was your first love. How can you forget me so easily?”
God, how many times do I have to go over this with him?
“Thorne, unhand me right now.” My voice grew into a low but serious whisper. “Yes, I loved you, but that was a long time ago. I am not exactly seventeen years old anymore. I am an adult woman who knows what she wants, and I have made my decision. Move the fuck on.”
There was a brief and overwhelming silence that descended on us, and then his tongue darted out to moisten his lips.
“This has always been your problem.” He complained. “You think you are smart, you know it all, but the truth is, you are so gullible. You are not exactly seventeen, yes, I give you that, but not much has changed about you, Eden.”
I wriggled myself out of his grip, standing away from him at a clear distance.
“I don’t care what you think.” I massaged my wrists softly, the part where he had grabbed me.
“Are you certain that Theron loves you?” He asked curiously. “And even if he tells you one or two lies about how much he does love you, you are barely a year into your marriage. Do you think he would still love you in the next five years when he is tired of fucking you?”
My hand raised to slap him again, but he was faster than me; he caught my wrists, before he suddenly began chuckling.
I yanked my hand away from his grip and stepped back.
“And are we ever going to talk about how dangerous Theron is?” He neared me again, his footsteps rattling threateningly towards me, and I took another step back. “You might feel safe right now, but I am strongly convinced the only reason he hasn’t touched you is that he needs to become the director of the hospital. Because someone like Theron isn’t capable of loving another person.”