Her Wedding: Ch. 09

The gastric lavage is done efficiently.

The doctor-in-charge explains in complicated medical lingo the things to take note of when I return home. I am just too exhausted to do any more comprehension.

“In other words, your life is not in any immediate danger and you can be discharged now,” Zed summarises.

“I’m sending you back to your home.”

“No. Don’t. I don’t want my family to worry about me. And… and I don’t want to be reminded of that street…”

“Damn, your house is on the other end of the island. You expect me to…”

My best friend exhales and concedes. After all the mentally torturing events that have taken place today, the last thing he wants is for me to remember those times I used to walk her home on that street opposite my own home.

“Fine. You win,” Zed resigns.

“No. I didn’t win… I lost. I lost ten years ago… I lost even without stepping into the courtroom…” I whisper.