When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I could not explain that either. “It started after I saw the pregnant woman just now. I guess it must be a repercussion of what happened the last time.”

After a brief pause, I regarded him. “What are you doing here?”

Rebecca came over to us. It had only been a few days since, but she looked visibly sallow and seemed to have lost considerable weight.

Ashton was calm. “I was sending her to the hospital when I lost focus and ran into someone.”

There may be more to this than what he described, as he had always been a cautious driver. It was unlikely that the cause had been a loss of concentration on his part.

I glanced over to Rebecca’s pale facade and puffy eyes.

They were filled with hatred and resentment. Did I somehow offend her again lately?

A siren filled the air as the ambulance approached. Ashton ran his fingers through his own hair and swept it behind his ears before he whispered, “Don’t worry about it. Wait for me at home. I’ll be back when this is settled, alright?”

I nodded in acknowledgement.

It was a matter of life and death that he should see to it without delay.

As I watched him depart, Rebecca glared at me. “You should have died!”

Those words were as chilling as they were perplexing.

I was seriously baffled as I was certain that I had done nothing recently that might have roused her ire.

in the ambulance when it took the pregnant woman away. The disruption was cleared

return trip from the cemetery before dark. This would be particularly risky, as I would be

as well drive down to the hospital to see how the

At the hospital.

appear that the woman got out of it unscathed. She had

room by the time I got there. Her family was present as

taken over Ashton’s duty to communicate with her family. Rebecca sustained light injuries and

him silently for some time. “You’ve always been careful at the wheel. What

gaze which instilled a sense

“Rebecca was arguing with me in the

copper which filled my nostrils brought my attention to a soaked patch against his

I asked as

“I’m fine!”

you think neglecting to take care of your wounds somehow makes you manlier? What’s wrong with

outburst, and my glare shut down whatever response he

That was when I noticed a lengthy cut over his arm. The blood had caked over time and the color of his clothing made it hard for anyone to tell that he was

the blood,

my distress, he said in a comforting voice, “It’s no big deal. Just

he was with Rebecca, or because he did not

that I

up his wound. He

ways, the fingers of the youthful nurse trembled