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.”

down on the toilet bowl?” The injury was on his back and didn’t affect his walking but sitting down

smiled weakly at me and shook his head. “I’ll be fine. Be a good girl

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

he said, still smiling. A hint of desperation had crept into his voice. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not a

eyes, trying to reassure me with an earnest look on his face. I couldn’t help but wonder how there could be such a stubborn

the toilet. I heard the door slide

my lips in annoyance. Ashton was always

long time, I started panicking a little. Turning towards the

replied,

minutes later, I heard the toilet flush. I got up and was about to go in

that he was fine, I let out a sigh of relief and

in her hands. This time, she didn’t try and hide the

blistering skin on his back, my heart skipped

his condition. As far as possible, make sure he doesn’t make any big movements that

shuddered in horror,

his arm after bandaging his wound. Because of the medication,

to fall asleep. His back was going to be scarred for

he found Summer, Ashton didn’t let her accompany him to the

However, after considering the rough journey and the state of his injuries, he decided

by practically every day to visit us. Although our interactions were rather awkward, they could be