Chapter 4
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If it were anyone else, I’d suspect they had ulterior motives.
But with Patrick, strangely, I just felt he was a good person deep down. It was truly odd…
In the following days, I rested quietly at the hospital. Fortunately, everything was normal with no side effects.
And Patrick visited my room almost daily.
First once a day, then twice, until he’d spend nearly all his free time in my ward.
I had no family or close friends, so Patrick essentially took care of me.
To me, Patrick was practically perfect. Gentle nature, pure heart, humor balanced with chivalry–he anticipated every need of mine as a patient.
Gradually, our relationship grew… complicated. Yet the closer we became, the more puzzled I felt.
For instance, Patrick always knew my preferences–some I hadn’t even recognized myself.
Whenever I asked, he’d just smile faintly and say he guessed. Then there were things he seemed to hide from me.
Several times I caught him whispering with my attending physician, though he claimed they discussed other patients.
But I distinctly heard my name.
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On my discharge day, Patrick and I officially became a couple.
Doctors and nurses congratulated us with smiles as they escorted us to the elevator.
Back home, while Patrick helped me unpack, he suddenly pressed his ear against my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to hear your heart… to know if you truly love me.”
I teased half–jokingly, “What? Afraid this transplanted heart isn’t mine? That it belongs to another man?”
Patrick stayed silent before finally meeting my eyes solemnly.
“I live next door. Tell me immediately if you feel unwell.”
“Okay.”
I stayed home for a full month.
Though ready to return to work earlier, Patrick insisted my heart needed more recovery, making me rest two extra weeks.
By our third month together, my heart felt fine–but my mind grew foggy, pierced occasionally by sharp pains as if memories were surfacing.
On my day off, I stayed home alone. Patrick was at the hospital as usual.
While organizing old belongings, I found a ring in the closet corner. But I had no memory of owning this.
Perhaps left by the previous tenant…
As I searched for a storage box, a dull ache throbbed in my skull, blurring
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It’s her brain. She says it hurts sometimes, just like you thought.”
“And I told her what you said to tell her.”
I froze, taking in every word.
What did that mean?
What had Patrick predicted?
What had he told the doctor to say?
How did he know I’d get headaches?
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