A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 133 Darlene Is Dying

Nigel had never begged Avery like this before. He was still young, and for a very long time, he had no idea how

much Darlene had suffered because of Avery.

Later, he found out gradually, but because he hated Avery’s guts, he never begged Avery.

Yet Nigel was twelve years old anyway, and he had started to understand a lot of things that he was supposed to

understand.

He had no choice but to accept the fact. If Avery didn’t want to leave them alone, chances were, Darlene would

never be able to get away from Avery even till the day she

died.

Avery ignored Nigel’s words. He had no way to respond to Nigel’s words anyway. Leaving them alone was

something he couldn’t do, and he even found it hard to look into Nigel’s eyes.

Avery looked at Darlene, who cowered into the corner, shivering. His voice was a little hoarse as he said, “Darlene, I

was careless, and I should be blamed for what happened today. But relax. Douglas has already paid the price. It’s

almost midnight now, so let’s go back to the ward to get some rest, OK?”

Darlene still did not speak. She couldn’t hear out of her left ear, and now her right ear was ringing because of her

great mood swings.

She had almost lost hearing in both ears, and she could no longer hear what Avery was saying. She put her hands

around herself, trembled, and stared at him with her dark

eyes.

Under her gaze like that, Avery even subconsciously wanted to flee.

They were in a stalemate just like that. As time passed slowly, Darlene kept curling up

the corner, and no one could get close to her.

She was like a hedgehog, with spikes all over her body, watching everyone around her

warily.

No one could come near her, and no one could communicate with her.

Avery stood a few steps away from her, and they looked at each other in silence.

In just a few months, they went from being a loving couple to each other’s enemies who

in

shared such a tense and hateful relationship.

She used to be glued to him as if she were his shadow. Yet now, though she was right in front of him, he could

never come near her.

Avery’s voice was extremely hoarse, and there was a trace of panic that was kind of obvious. He said, “Darlene,

let’s talk, OK?”

He thought, maybe I should take another step back. Maybe I should think more about it. Maybe I should give in a bit

more so that she can feel better.

Maybe things between us can be fixed. Maybe we can meet halfway. Maybe there is a way that’s acceptable for

both of us…

Darlene’s face was ghastly pale, and her eyes were slightly sunken due to fear and

exhaustion.

There were so many people surrounding her, including the doctors, the nurses, Nigel, and Avery. She wanted to

hide, but she couldn’t.

Behind her was nothing but the cold and hard wall, and there was no room for her to

retreat.

Seth reminded Avery in a deep voice, “There is something wrong with her. It could be that she is mentally ill. Why

don’t you go out and leave her alone for now?”

Avery’s face was tense. He hesitated for a second and was still unwilling to leave. He said, “What if something

happens to her while I’m out?”

He knew very well that Darlene could do anything right now.

The knife had already been taken away, and there weren’t any sharp objects in the room. However, if one was

determined to die, there would always be a way.

He clenched his fists and walked closer to her. “Listen to me. Let’s all calm down before anything. We can talk

things over, right? Nigel is still a kid. I’m sure you don’t want to

scare him.”

When Darlene saw him approaching, she shrank back even more fearfully.

Nigel, who was aside, became agitated. He stood up from the ground to stop Avery, saying, “Don’t come near her!

“Can’t you see? She hates you! She doesn’t like you! She almost died just now. It’s all “Ca because of you! You kept

pushing her! She ended up here today because of you!”

Avery froze, feeling unable to even take a step forward.

Darlene stared at him without blinking. He felt that there was something wrong her, and the feeling constantly grew

stronger.

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The corners of her mouth were trembling, and so did her face. It seemed that she was exerting great force.

It was not until he saw the blood gushing out of the corner of her mouth that he suddenly realized what she was

doing, and his face completely sank.

He rushed over and pinched her chin, pressing it down hard, his eyes scarlet. “Open your mouth! Are you crazy?”

Darlene clenched her fists tightly, her teeth biting the tip of her tongue as she continued

to use force.

She kept exerting force without making a single sound. The ringing in her ears mixed with dizziness was

overwhelming her, and her eyelids began to drop. She tried her best

to hold on.

Seth had already asked the nurse to bring over the tranquilizer, and he took a syringe and squatted down beside

Darlene.

Avery used one hand to hold Darlene’s chin so that she could not use too much strength, and then he used the

other hand to press her shoulder.

Seth extended the syringe to Darlene’s arm. She began to fight with all her might, as if determined to die, unwilling

to let go of her teeth or say a word.

Avery felt fear, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

When he had heard people talk about killing themselves by biting their tongues, he had thought it was a joke.

In his mind, the possibility of dying by biting off one’s tongue almost didn’t exist.

It was almost impossible to die by biting off one’s tongue. The instinctive reaction of one’s body would prevent one

from exerting any further force on one’s teeth when feeling severe pain.

Yet right now, those rational analyses all fell apart in his mind.

His voice trembled violently. “Relax. Seth will give you some medicine. Everything will

be fine after a nap.”

A doctor came over to help, wanting to hold Darlene down.

Yet the help was unnecessary. Darlene was already weak, and now that Avery held her shoulder with one hand and

pressed her legs with his knees, she could barely struggle.

After being injected with the small tube of tranquilizer, she calmed down, and her pupils dilated. Soon, she fainted.

Her back was already pressed against the wall, and there was no room for her to fall back. Her body leaned

forward.

When one fell into a coma, one’s body would fall to the ground with one’s entire weight. Yet when she leaned over,

Avery hardly felt any weight.

She leaned on his shoulder, and he was somehow shocked when he felt her weight.

Terminally ill people lost weight every day as their lives faded.

In the end, nothing remained but a skeleton, like a hollowed–up bone marrow, which eventually became a fistful of

ashes.

Darlene was dying.

When Avery first learned of her terminal illness, he had not pictured her death so

clearly.

When he saw her pale face and even vomited blood, he still had not pictured her death so clearly.

Now, she was leaning against him, unconscious, and he began to feel that he could no longer feel her weight. All of

a sudden, it occurred to him acutely that she was about to die.

If she died, she wouldn’t exist. From now on, she would become air, which was weightless, invisible, and colorless.

Even if he extended his hand to her, he could not reach her whatsoever.

Avery unclenched his fists and carried Darlene out.

His palms were extremely sticky, covered in sweat.

He carried her downstairs to the ward and put her to bed.

Darlene slept very quietly as if she had not been the one who had just committed suicide and made a scene.

Avery sat by the side of the bed for a long time, and then he leaned down and covered his face in the quilt.

She had not left yet, but he was already beginning to feel lonely.

In such a cold and cheerless room, he felt that he had nothing left when he looked

around.