Despite the doctor's strong objection, I took the unconscious Luis home.
I asked Amy to clean up a storage room, where Luis would live from now on.
I lived in this room for three years in my previous life.
The room was less than 110 square feet, and it could only accommodate a single bed.
I specially opened the window at the end of the bed, so Luis could see the bustling crowd on the square.
He didn't do this for me in my previous life.
With my mother's careful care, my legs gradually recovered.
Luis woke up on the tenth day after I brought him home.
Seeing me, he was shocked.
Then he roared at me, "Ann! Why didn't you save me?"
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
I leaned against the door with my crutches, looking aggrieved. "I wanted to do that, but my leg was broken."
Luis swept the cup on the bedside table to the ground, making a loud noise.
"You're lying! You should have saved me! Why didn't you do that?"
I was stunned when I heard his words.
Could it be that he was reborn too?
Seeing my puzzled look, Luis knew that he had said the wrong thing.
He wanted to rush towards me with his fists.
Then he fell to the ground with a thud.
Luis looked at his legs in disbelief.
"What happened to my legs?"