Said I didn't Love Him But I Lied

The scent of disinfectant soon overcame the metallic smell of blood in the room. After sanitizing and treating the wound, Everleigh went to the bathroom to wash her hands and pour away the basin of bloody water.

The swooshing of the bloody red fluid as it was flushed down the toilet might look strange, but for a medical student like Everleigh, it was a sight she has gotten used to.

Everleigh came out and sat down beside the bed. She wrung dry a cold towel and put it on Theodore's forehead. She also used an alcohol swab to wipe the inner side of his arm to cool him down. If the infection caused a fever, failure to treat the fever properly might leave unprecedented consequences.

It was impossible to conduct the operation under a completely sterile environment given that the facilities were limited. Nonetheless, she tried her best. The wound on Theodore's left abdomen had been sutured with two stitches, but he still remained unconscious. He seemed to be burning up.

When Everleigh got up, her hand was suddenly tightly grasped. She turned around and saw Theodore gazing at her, the wariness in his eyes slowly faded away once he saw clearly that it was her. "You're awake?" Everleigh was stunned.

Theodore replied with a "hmm". He seemed to have gained his consciousness and slowly let go of Everleigh's hand. "Why are you here?"

"Your assistant called me and said that you were hurt," Everleigh replied.

"It's just a minor injury," Theodore said. He attempted to sit up on the bed but accidentally agitated his wound and let out a muffled groan.

"Don't move," Everleigh frowned and continued, "You have two stitches on your wound. If you don't wish for the wound to bleed profusely and get sent to the hospital, please stay still." Theodore was startled for a moment. In a split second, he laid back down on the pillow.

Everleigh breathed a sigh of relief and said as she packed up the medical kit. "When this is over, you'd better go to the hospital. This is not a sterile environment and your recovery cannot be guaranteed." "You're leaving?" Theodore asked.

Theodore's question had nothing to do with her instructions. For a moment, she was perplexed.

Theodore rarely looked so weak. At least, she had never seen him like this before.

When they were dating, he never even got a cold or fever. He won first place in a three-kilometer race in university, with a record of beating the first runner up by one and a half laps. His physical strength was excellent. Hence, the moment Everleigh saw him in the hospital for the first time, she was startled while reading the medical report of his stomach.

"Yes," she replied. Under his gaze, Everleigh finally came to her senses. She lowered her head and continued to tidy up the medical kit. "The wound treatment has been done and it's time for me to leave. By the way, I haven't thanked you for saving me that day."

"Are you really thanking me?" Theodore asked.

He looked at Everleigh. His typically cold eyes were currently calmly observing her.

Everleigh was in shock for a moment. She clenched her fists secretly and felt her nerves stiffen.

Theodore was smart, and he knew her well. Lying to his face was not an easy thing to do. If Theodore hadn't been thinking about Everleigh for years, she wouldn't have been able to hide from him at all. Did he find something?

"Of course I'm thanking you. You saved my life," Everleigh said calmly.

After a moment of silence, Theodore's voice sounded from the bed. Due to his injuries, he sounded a little weak. "What's going on between you and Hansen?"

Everleigh breathed a sigh of relief after hearing his words.

He was asking about Hansen, not something else; that was all.

"Coincidentally, it's a long story. I am his private doctor. I was entrusted by Yvonne to take him to the amusement park for his birthday celebration, but I didn't expect an accident to happen," Everleigh explained. "You know that he is..."

"I didn't know it before, but I know now."

Theodore's brows furrowed and he said, "Even though you knew the truth, you still..."

Everleigh glanced at him. "So what? If you want to persuade me to give up this job and stay away from everyone in the Godfrey family, then save your breath. I also have my own work and I can't afford the compensation. Besides, Yvonne is quite a good customer," she said.

"Good?" Theodore's voice dropped a little. "You've been in contact with her for merely a few days and you can conclude that she is good?"

"She's better than your mom who sent people to hurt me over and over again," she said sarcastically.

"You..." Theodore was so angry that he couldn't utter a single word. When he stood up, he pulled on his wound and a pained expression appeared on his face.

Witnessing the situation, Everleigh immediately held him back. Without thinking, she blurted out, "I told you not to move. Are you deaf?"

At this time, the wound which was just bandaged started bleeding again.

Theodore frowned and allowed her to treat his wound once again. The mist in his eyes dissipated slowly.

The bulb atop Everleigh's head shone down her back; the lighting was as warm as the sunset. Although she wasn't wearing a white coat that day, she still looked clean and bright.

However, Theodore couldn't tell whether or not the anxiety in her eyes was real.

After treating the wound, Everleigh warned him with a cold face, "If it reopens again, it's not my problem. Ask your assistant to send you to the hospital."

Theodore laid there motionless. He stared at Everleigh silently and asked all of a sudden, "If we were to start all over again, would you be able to let go of the things that happened seven years ago?"

Everleigh was packing her things with her back facing him. She was dumbstruck after hearing the words. The bandages in her hand hung in midair. It took her a few seconds to roll the bandages again and put them back in the medical kit. She asked without turning back, "What did you say?"

"Nothing."

His fever wasn't getting better, thus Everleigh couldn't leave either. She packed up her things and sat down on the couch. She explained once again, "When your fever is better, I'll leave."

The distance between the couch and the bed was more than two meters; it was neither too far nor too close. The distance resembled the relationship between a doctor and a patient. "By the way, please change the bandage once every two days. Are you able to change it yourself?" She asked.

"I should be able to. Didn't you teach me the technique before?" Theodore answered.

The words fell on Everleigh's eardrum unexpectedly and somehow she felt a little flustered. Under the dim light, paired with the gaze coming from the bed, came fragmented memories to her. Theodore's self-mocking voice came from the bed. "But it's been so many years. I can't believe that I still remember it."

Everleigh was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say. She subconsciously crumpled the edge of the magazine she was holding and the atmosphere became a little depressing.

Theodore wasn't a medical student, but he had spent a lot of time with her in medical school. He had even accompanied her to do experiments in the laboratory.

In the past, when they were studying at Ocpeace Medical University, there were plenty of lectures scheduled by the medical school. The management team even arranged lecturers on weekends. The final examinations were extremely difficult, and the probability of failing was very high. Therefore, when final exams were around the corner, the library and laboratory would be packed.

Everleigh was Dr. Harrison's favorite student. She had the access key to his laboratory because of the networking she did. Before the laboratory practical test, she had the entire laboratory all to herself and was able to bring Theodore in with

her.

The awful words like "dissection" and "suture" had stuck in her dating experience with Theodore along their four-year relationship. When she recalled it, it was not romantic at all. Due to its uniqueness, it was even harder for her to forget about it.