I tried to retaliate with all my might, but he grabbed my wrist and flung it aside, his grip firm.
"Don't push it. If you don't want it, just say so. Stop this now," he warned, the surrounding crowd murmuring, with security stepping in to restrain him.
I staggered towards him, facing that familiar yet distant face.
A deep abyss seemed to sit in my chest, filled with despair.
"Just go ahead and kill me," I whispered, a plea for release.
Seeing my despair, Shawn seemed to regret his actions, a hint of embarrassment creeping in.
He shook his hand.
"You seem out of your mind. Forget it, I won't talk to you. I'll speak to Mom later."
He then helped Jennifer to sit beside him, reassuring her, "Don't worry, her mother is generous, treats me like her own son. One bed spot won't be an issue."
The pain on my face reminded me that I was still alive.
I covered my cheek, moving past them into the hospital room with my pale face.
Inside the ward, the nurse had prepared the medication.
"After the injection, you might experience some side effects. If you're uncomfortable, just call me.