The sharp, relentless pain crept through my veins and seeped into every nerve. My body trembled uncontrollably because of the pain. It was unbearable.
“I can’t do this. I can’t.…” My voice was hoarse and it felt like there was an iron block lodged in my throat, I could feel the metallic taste of blood coating my mouth.
I lay weakly on the hospital bed. I forced myself to get up. However, before my feet touched the ground and was able to myself, in the next moment, dizziness came over me.
I could hear the panicked shout of a nurse nearby.
The floor was so cold. It felt as if I was lying in a coffin made of ice.
I wondered why I agreed to go through this torture when I was going to die anyway.
When Aston arrived, I was in the middle of pulling the IV needle out of my hand. I dropped the needle without a second thought and then used the IV stand to pull myself up.
“Dr. Robertson, I know that mental health can affect treatment outcomes,” I said flatly. “Do you really think, with my current state of mind, this treatment will do any good?”
Aston looked heartbroken. He was about to say something but he could not bear to say it.