When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I dozed off anyway. Suddenly, I felt Ashton stir next to me. When I opened my eyes, I saw him struggling to make his way off the bed.

I sprung out of my bed immediately and ran over to help him, as though in a trance.

He was sweating profusely again, probably because of the injury on his back. Seeing that I was up, he looked at me apologetically and said, “Did I wake you?”

I shook my head, feeling a little sorry for him. As I grabbed hold of his arm, I asked in concern, “Are you alright? The doctor said you aren’t allowed to get off the bed yet.”

He pursed his lips, his fingers tightening around the handrails of his bed. “I’m going to the toilet.”

I froze for a moment before replying, “There’s a bedpan!”

“Help me to the bathroom!” he ordered as though he hadn’t heard me. His voice was low and full of authority, and for a moment I thought he was back to the cold, distant Ashton again.

He had his pride, I supposed. Knowing that I wouldn’t win in an argument, I gave in and helped him off the bed.

He was 180cm tall and looked almost absurd next to me. For some reason, I had a distinct feeling that he was consciously not putting any of his weight on me.

We entered the toilet. Since his arm was still attached to the IV drip, I bent down without a second thought to help him unbuckle his belt.

However, he grabbed hold of my hand almost immediately. Looking a little helpless, he said, “Alright, I can do this myself. Go outside and wait for me.”

“How are you going to sit down on the toilet bowl?” The injury was on his back and didn’t affect his walking but sitting down would

“I’ll be fine. Be a good girl and wait for

said, “I’ll just help you unbuckle your belt. I won’t look at you, I promise! I’ll help you

had crept into his voice. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not a

look on his face. I couldn’t help but wonder how there could be such a stubborn person on

I went out of the toilet. I heard the door slide shut behind

my lips in annoyance. Ashton was always so

and waited for a while more. After a long time, I started panicking a

replied,

I got up and was about to go in to help him. Nonetheless, once I

out a sigh of relief and helped

every three hours. The nurse came in shortly afterward with fresh bandages in her hands. This time, she didn’t try and hide the wound—instead, she peeled off the bandages and exposed his

heart skipped a beat. An involuntary chill ran down my

condition. As far as possible, make sure he doesn’t make any big movements that might aggravate his condition. That could slow down the rate of

Ashton’s back, I shuddered in horror, hardly daring to breathe

his wound. Because of the medication,

His back was going to be scarred for the rest of his

the hospital. Instead, he told her to return to K City with

in K City, too. However, after considering the rough journey and the state of his injuries, he decided to stay

and Cameron dropped by practically every day to visit us. Although our