Chapter 3My Boyfriend Shielded Me from a Lab Fire and Lost a Layer of Skin. So I Broke Up With Him.

I shook my head awkwardly.

"No."

How could they?

They only looked like that because he saved me.

I loved them and ached for them. How could they ever make me feel sick?

His lips curled up slightly, and he patiently explained:

"That's good.

"Everyone's physical tolerance is different, so I had to ask beforehand.

"Have the complete blood count and bone marrow biopsies been done?"

"Yes, they're done."

"When was his last blood transfusion?"

"Two months ago."

"What is your relationship with Jackson Smith?"

Jackson was the mutual friend who had referred me to Liam.

But what did that have to do with my dad's medical condition?

The answer died on my lips. I couldn't help but look at him suspiciously.

"Is that... medically relevant?"

He gave me a calm, flat look.

"Of course. It's hospital policy."

He was the doctor. I was the patient's family.

Naturally, whatever he asked, I had to answer.

"We went to college together."

Those pitch-black eyes suddenly locked onto me, scrutinizing, analyzing, as if trying to decipher something hidden.

Before I could say anything else, he pulled out the medical files, instantly switching back to a strictly professional demeanor, and began explaining the treatment plan.

A few minutes later, the office door suddenly opened.

"Liam, what do you want for lunch?"