Chapter 2Pulling the Plug

The nurse stood in the doorway, scanning the room with a look of absolute fury.

"Do you people have zero common sense? The patient just stabilized! Who unplugged the monitor?"

"What kind of family are you?"

Gavin looked stunned. He froze, mouth opening to explain, but Sophie beat him to it.

"She looks fine to me. It’s not like she needs saving," Sophie scoffed. "We just needed an outlet. Do you have to yell?"

" careful, or I'll complain to your supervisor. You're just a nurse, get over yourself."

Sophie sat there, acting like royalty.

The nurse looked like she wanted to scream, but she maintained her professionalism. She yanked Sophie’s charger out of the wall and plugged the heart monitor back in.

Sophie stomped her foot like a toddler.

She turned to Gavin, pouting. "It’s just a few scratches. She’s acting like she’s dying. Since I’m clearly not welcome here, I’m leaving."

She grabbed her bag and ran out the door.

Gavin hesitated for a split second before deciding to chase after her.

At the door, he turned back to me.

"You're fine anyway. I'm not staying here just to be yelled at. We'll talk about the wedding when you get discharged."

The wedding. He actually remembered we were getting married.

If not for the accident, tomorrow would have been the day we picked out my gown.

Now, it was the day I’d cancel it.

My physical wounds weren't life-threatening, but my left arm was broken, making everything difficult.

But Gavin’s attitude? That was the fatal blow. He was blind to the cast around my neck, blind to my pain.

For the next three days, Gavin didn't visit once. But I saw plenty of him on Sophie’s Instagram.

To apologize to her, Gavin rented a private yacht. He covered the deck in rose petals.

Sophie posted a photo leaning against the railing, capturing Gavin meticulously spreading the flowers.

Her caption: “Let’s just pretend this is a proposal.”

The comments were flooding in. “OMG, Gavin is so romantic!” “If I were the main character here, I’d die of happiness!” “You two look way more than just friends...”

While I lay alone in a hospital bed, struggling to drink water with one hand, he was out drinking wine with his assistant.

I realized then that my title of "fiancée" meant nothing against his "soulmate" assistant.

It looked so perfect, I couldn't help myself. I commented:

“So, when do we get to drink at the wedding?”

I put the phone down just as the nurse walked in with my discharge papers.

"You need to rest. Don't move around too much. Come back in two weeks to get the cast checked," she said gently.

I smiled and nodded. In three days, she was the only person who had shown me kindness.

Leaving the hospital, I finally got a call from Gavin.

Not to ask if I was okay. But to yell at me about the comment.

"I'm being discharged today. If you have time, come get me. If not, forget it."

Gavin was silent, probably loading up his ammunition to scold me.

So, I broke the silence first.