He emphasized "stubborn" with a knowing smirk.
I stared at Lily, waiting for some sort of explanation.
But she only had eyes for David.
Reflecting on the past, I felt utterly foolish.
A year back, Lily suggested a trip—if I couldn't go, she'd go with David.
Madly in love, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to grow closer.
Then the accident happened, and a shard of metal tore through me as I shielded her.
She escaped unscathed; I was lucky to survive but left impotent.
Moved by my sacrifice, she cared for me for months.
She had been avoiding David during that time.
But old habits die hard—they were soon inseparable, flaunting it before me.
Worse yet, she told David about my condition, a subject I deemed off-limits.
I fixed my gaze on Lily.
"You know this matters to me the most."
After a moment of pause, she scoffed, "Andrew, your issue isn't a secret. David's been great, bringing back special meds from abroad. You ought to be thankful."
I replied icily, "Remember, I suffered that injury saving you."
"But the fact remains—you're not up to par."
David feigned sympathy, "Sorry to butt in, but you can't go on like this, right? For Lily's sake, maybe it's time to get better."