To tell the truth, he was indeed an earnest and perfect husband.
Therefore, our affection for each other gradually developed after we got married.
Day after day, I fell deeply in love with him.
Unexpectedly, there was a thorn hidden in his tenderness.
I struggled down the mountain, trembling. I felt very uncomfortable, both hot and chilled at the same time.
My stomach was churning, my head spinning. The rain stopped, but the gust didn't.
Maurice drove the car away, so I could only take a cab to the hospital.
At the busy hospital in the early morning, I didn't get a bed, so I was temporarily arranged to receive an infusion in the lobby.
I took off my wet and cold clothes and changed into a hospital gown.
Looking at people come and go, bitterness arose in my heart.
Tears welled up in my eyes, unwilling to fall, blurring my vision.
Suddenly, a figure flashed past the door of the emergency room. It looked familiar.
It was Maurice.
He couldn't know I was in the hospital, so who was he accompanying to the hospital?
5
Catching up with him, I called out to him. "Maurice, why are you here?"
He turned around, looked at me, and glanced at my hand, which had been put on an IV.
"Ree, what happened to you?"