When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He gazed at me and replied in a low voice. “Why do you want the sleeping pills? I told Mrs. Eriksen to take them away.”

As I was irritated, he stood up and put on his jacket. “Let’s go to the hospital.”

I pushed him away. “Ashton, just give me the pills, please. I just want to sleep. Can’t you let me take the pills and sleep peacefully for one night? Why do you insist on bringing me out?”

Mrs. Eriksen heard the commotion and chimed in immediately. “The pills are with me. I’ll go take them now. Letty, calm down. I’ll bring them here now!”

Ashton stopped Mrs. Eriksen firmly. “She’ll become dependent on it. You—”

“Shut up, Ashton!” I turned to Mrs. Eriksen and ordered, “Bring me the pills now!”

She looked at Ashton to gain his approval.

I yelled in fury, “Ashton, if you want to control me, why would you bring me back? Are you delighted to see me in pain?”

Furrowing his brows, he hugged me tightly to comfort me. “I wasn’t trying to control you. It’s bad to take too many sleeping pills. You might become dependent on it.”

“Shut the f*ck up! If you won’t let me sleep, send me to Marcus. Stop torturing me!”

“Scarlett!” His eyes reddened in anger. I was too stubborn and emotional, so he caved in. “Bring her the pills.”

Eriksen scurried away and promptly

grabbed it from her and swallowed it without hesitation. Then I shoved Ashton away and

sensed something was amiss with me. Glancing at me in bed, he turned to Mrs. Eriksen and commanded in a low voice. “Call Jared now and tell him to

nodded profusely

taking the pill, I calmed down

the help of medication, he or she

I sensed him

it

saying my condition could be

be suffering from major depression right now. She feels calm in the worst situation. Make sure someone stays with her all the time. She might hurt herself anytime. When she’s mentally and physically hurt, she’ll make irrational decisions with no

Ashton grunted in response.

didn’t manage to hear the rest of their conversation

I thought the pill would allow me to sleep till the next morning, but I was

of the

accidentally jostled my wound again. I

opened his

I knitted

while he wrapped an arm around me. “Are you going to be mad at