"I'm really angry that you tricked your way in here. I'm angry at all the patients who don't value their lives. You know what? You are the first one I've treated who's so gutsy." Yes, it was his first ti eting a woman like that. That was why he tried hard to keep her at arm's length. He didn't want to get close to her. To him, they were entirely different people who would never see eye to eye. A relationship was impossible.
"I can be more gutsy as long as you rember ." Patricia laughed proudly. But she felt hurt deep down. He didn't indicate he liked her, but instead made fun of her. She pushed her sadness away and still smiled brightly.
"Okay, let's get this stitched. Don't worry. It won't hurt a lot. The anesthetic should have kicked in by now." Tom decided not to talk with her about it anymore. They couldn't be boyfriend and girlfriend. So he wasn't going to keep her hanging on. He had to totally cut her off and let her know where he stood. Otherwise he'd have no end of troubles.
Patricia bit her lip. The pain from her wound was fine. It was her heart that hurt. She knew he didn't want to talk to her, so she stopped trying to make conversation. But she still stared at his handso face with her obsessive eyes.
Suddenly, the office got quiet. They could even hear each other's hearts beating. They both felt really weird.
"Can you drive ho?" This was what Patricia asked him when they reached the CT room entrance. She was looking forward to his answer. She didn't want to piss him off, so she got herself checked out. According to the scans, she suffered a mild concussion, but it was not that severe. She saw Tom's deanor soften, so she thought she'd try again.
"Sorry. I'm too busy here. If you don't want to go back alone, I can call you a driver," Tom replied distantly. Then he turned around and walked into the hospital quickly. He figured a curt rejection should do the trick.
Though she figured he'd say no, she didn't i
believe her. She wanted to appear serious.
"Really? But the blood on your clothes --?" Leena was frightened when she saw the bloodstains on Patricia's clothes. She was really doubting her at this point.
"An accident, nothing more. I got stitches. No need to make a fuss. Everyone's starting to look at us." Patricia rolled her eyes at Leena helplessly. She wondered if Leena's IQ dropped sharply after almost being drowned the other day. She'd be in a hospital bed if she'd been seriously injured. The Leena she knew would know better.
"Look at us? Why are they looking at us? There's nothing to see here! Is getting hurt against the law?" Leena said carelessly, raising her head to take a quick glance around. She hated when people rubbernecked, sticking their noses in where they didn't belong, without offering to help.
"You got ! Well, screw it. I'm hungry. Let's eat. It's on you!" Patricia did not care about what other people thought, either. So she continued Leena's thought, being obvious about her distaste for their actions.
"Okay. What do you want? It's on ." Leena did not ask Patricia who treated her wound. She was pretty sure Tom didn't do it, since Patricia got furious when she ntioned Tom around her. She thought Patricia had been close to walking out on their friendship over it.
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