7
Ryan is my attending physician.
He suggested I be hospitalized for treatment, as the frequency of headaches might increase in the later stages, and some people even experience persistent epilepsy.
I shook my head, “By that point, I would have probably taken my own life. You know I can’t stand suffering.”
He frowned at me for a while, and finally sighed.
I didn’t dare to drive, so he sent me home.
On the way, Ryan looked at me through the rearview mirror, “He still doesn’t know?”
He, obviously referring to Lucas.
I made a sound of agreement, “I haven’t figured out how to tell him yet.”
He was silent for a moment, “I can hardly imagine his reaction.”
I laughed, “He’d probably be relieved that he’ll be free for the rest of his life.”
The biggest regret in Lucas’s life must be touching me in his sophomore year.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been held responsible for me by both me and his parents.
Ryan glanced at me and shook his head, “When I lied to him that you got drunk and agreed to be with me, and I happened to have your clothes from the night before on my arm, he misunderstood that something had happened between us and was furious.”
I said, “He was angry because his parents were forcing him to break up with Zoe.”
Ryan clicked his tongue, “Whatever you say.”
The sky gradually darkened. As we passed by the sports square, a group of energetic young people were sweating it out on the basketball
court.
There was a moment of blankness in my eyes.
“Stop for a bit,” I said to Ryan, “I don’t want to go back yet. Don’t you play basketball? I want to watch.”
“Me?” Ryan hesitated, “I play table tennis, but I haven’t touched a basketball in years.”
After my soft persuasion, Ryan rolled up his sleeves and reluctantly joined the game.
He’s tall with long arms and legs, and after a bit of getting used to it, he didn’t drag the team down.
A beautiful three–pointer, and I couldn’t help but cheer.
Ryan wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to look at me proudly.
Not far away, I saw a familiar figure.
He was wearing a shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking at the basketball court with a bland expression.
‘I knew that on the outside of his arm, there was a long, ugly scar.
That was left when he saved me in a car accident.
A 20–centimeter wound, broken bones, steel pins.
3:01 PM
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After that, due to nerve damage causing impaired finger movement, he could no longer play his favorite baseball or basketball.
He couldn’t even hold a glass of water steady.
