Starting with A Divorce

Chapter 690 I Can Feel Hurt, Too

The nurse nodded without any hesitation. “Okay, wait a minute. I’ll get it for you.”

After saying that, she turned around and walked back.

Serina stood motionless in the doorway.

Getting a fruit knife, she clutched it and left in silence.

She walked to the end of the corridor, and outside the huge window was unending darkness, like that of the nightmare scenario just now. She raised the knife and cut her left arm, blood flowing down.

However, she felt not a trace of pain.

Fearfully, she looked at the darkness outside the window, which had not disappeared at all. It turned out that the nightmare was not over yet.

Once again, she cut her arm, still feeling no pain.

Why?

People say that men can wake up from nightmares after being beaten hard! Then why didn’t this method work for me?

Without knowing what to do next, she looked out of the window, and now more than a dozen wounds could be seen on her left arm.

Finally she came to know that she couldn’t awake from the nightmare in such a way.

The knife fell to the ground, a jingle echoing.

Serina directly climbed onto the rooftop. Unable to tell reality and the nightmare apart, she looked at the edge of the rooftop and was gonna take another step.

At quite a critical moment of the time, she was hugged tightly by someone behind her.

“What are you doing here?”

Miles, with his whole body trembling, couldn’t describe his shock when seeing Serina just now. Having his business done, he had come to smoke on the rooftop and had only finished one cigarette.

Then he saw a figure stumbling over, and when he recognized that it was Serina, he broke out in cold sweat.

Unsurprisingly, he got no response from Serina.

Holding her tightly, he just did not let Serina go.

“Serina, what are you going to do?” He asked again.

Serina, only after hearing a quiver in his voice, replied, “The nightmare.”

She reached out her finger, pointing at the sky.

Miles immediately understood what she meant. “You think you’re having nightmares now? So you want to wake yourself up by hurting yourself?”

Serina didn’t answer, but her eyes were getting more and more determined.

“I understand that you can’t tell the difference between reality and nightmares. At least remember that now this is reality,” said Miles as he hugged her close.

The rooftop was cloaked in great darkness, and Serina’s sleeves had hanged down to cover her wounds as she run very fast a moment ago.

But now, walking in the brightly lit corridor, the blood drops dripping on the white marble floor appeared especially noticeable, and the cuffs of the striped hospital gown were also stained with blood.

Now without the darkness, Miles could clearly see that Serina’s left hand was covered with blood. He gently rolled up the cuff, and there were cuts on it. Blood was still flowing out. He looked back, seeing that the blood drops on the ground form a thin path that led all the way to darkness until Serina’s feet.

He didn’t say anything, nor did he stare at her arm for too long.

He took Serina to the on-duty doctor’s office and wanted the doctor to treat her wounds, but when the doctor took out the cotton swab, Serina began to scream hysterically, allowing no touch on her and being terrified.

In case she would hurt the doctor, Miles asked if he could do this job. The doctor said that the blood in the wounds had coagulated and no arteries were injured, so it was okay to do it by themselves.

Miles gently took her another uninjured hand, walked to the washroom of the ICU, turned on the tap, and waited patiently for the water to turn warm.

During this short while, Ainsley woke up, only to find an empty bed. She looked around in a little bit of panic.

Having seen the faint light in the washroom and heard the sound of flowing water, she gave out a sigh of relief and walked over slowly.

Under the light, Miles was grabbing Serina’s arm and washing it.

Noticing her approach, Miles turned his head slightly, giving Ainsley a hint of being quiet.

Only then did Ainsley hold back her scream. The blood stains were so shocking that she couldn’t believe that Serina, who had always been afraid of pain, would do such things, and now could silently let Miles treat her cuts without any reaction.

Leaning against the door, she thought for a while.

The blood on that arm was completely washed away by the warm water, and it just seemed that nothing had happened, if the wounds were totally ignored.

He brought Serina out again and helped her sit on the edge of the bed. Ainsley walked into the shadow which exactly mantled her.

However, she could clearly see Miles’ emotions on his face. He first took out the disinfectant and cotton swabs from the cabinet, gently smearing the disinfectant bit by bit and blowing cool air on Serina’s arm.

Seeing such a scene, which was like comforting a child, Ainsley’s original suspect about Miles’ love for Serina, and at that moment, she finally understood why Serina fell in love with this man.

After treating the wounds successfully, Miles slowly placed the first aid kit back into the cabinet.

Serina was still sitting meekly on the bed edge like a puppet.

Miles sat in front of her again and gently touched the wounds, “Does it hurt?”

It seemed that it took a long time for Serina to understand what he was talking about and she shook her head softly.

Ainsley knew that Serina rarely reacted to other people’s words when she had her seizure. She had experienced that horrible kidnapping with Serina together, but Miles won Serina’s heart by himself.

At this moment, Serina might not be able to tell reality from the nightmare, because her disordered feeling paralyzed her sense of pain.

So when she said “It didn’t hurt”, she just literally meant it.

The next moment, Miles picked up a knife and asked, “Did you use this to cut yourself?”

Serina nodded gently and explained, “The nightmare.”

It was easy to understand that she had thought she had been in a nightmare, so she had wanted to wake up by hurting herself.

To everyone’s surprise, something unexpected happened. Miles used the sharp blade of the knife to cut his own arm, leaving a bloody line.

Serina started to have some responses that her eyes widened in shock and her hands grasped his hand which was holding the knife.

Despite this, Miles mustered up more strength to continue to cut his arm one more time. Serina was unable to stop him.

Ainsley watched them worriedly, but Miles signaled to her not to stop this.

Serina’s small face had turned pale. She opened her mouth several times, but didn’t know what to say.

“Does it hurt?” Miles asked with a smile, however.

Serina didn’t nod or shake her head. She just looked at his bleeding arm at a loss, and then two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks.

It seemed that she felt puzzled at her own response. She pointed at her chest and spoke in a hard way, “It hurts here.”

Immediately after that, her lips quivered and she repeated, “It hurts.”

Miles did not stop her from taking the knife away. Instead, he nodded gently, “I know.”

And then, seeing the redness in her eyes, he finally spoke again, “So, I can feel hurt, too.”

He pointed at Serina’s arm and then at his own chest.

Serina looked like her coming to understand all this. For the first time, she took the initiative to get close to Miles as if she wanted to hug him.

Miles did not disappoint her. Instead, he pulled her into his armsThis material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.