Chapter 9
The plane took off, the trip lasted three days.
On the third night, Melody had a low fever. She curled up unconsciously and, in her dream, she was back at the birthday party.
On the big screen, the video of her being bullied was played over and
over.
Graham said word by word, “Then let me remind you again, if it weren’t for Elaine, just think what kind of life you would have had!”
The mockery around her came in waves, pushing her into a relapse of depression and making her break down bit by bit.
She tried hard to save herself, but her own mother slapped her.
Lastly, it was that call from the hospital.
“Ms. Melody, your mother bit through the oxygen tube half an hour ago…”
“Please accept my condolences.”
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Melody woke up with a start. Cold sweat had already soaked her back. Everything went black in front of her eyes. The voices in her dream that were driving her crazy started echoing in her ears again, making every part of her body hurt.
Her hands shook as she tried to find her antidepressants in her bag, but came up empty. Then she remembered the last backup pills had been left at that birthday party.
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She pulled out her notebook and scribbled furiously, like she was letting
off steam.
In her mind, it was the last thing Olive said to her.
“Leave Graham. Start over.”
She bit her lip, the taste of blood filled her mouth, her mind was fuzzy, and even breathing hurt.
But “Start over” was really hard.
“Your condition didn’t look so good, do you need any help?” the man sitting next to me said.
Melody looked up.
Rylan smiled gently, “My name is Rylan Veyne, I’m a doctor.”
She shook her head, the pen tip tore the paper, scraped her finger, and blood oozed out.
She froze, and for a moment, she went crazy and wanted to cut her wrist with the tip of her pen.
Suddenly, a fever pill was put on the notebook.
Rylan’s calm voice came, “I think you have a bit of a fever. If you feel really bad, you can take some medicine to bring it down.”
Melody became a bit more clear–headed, put the medicine aside, and still didn’t say anything.
We dated for two years, and were married for three years.
Graham made her not dare to trust anyone anymore.
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Melody kept drawing, her churning emotions slowly calmed down, and her messy brushstrokes became orderly.
In the past, after Tyler drank, went crazy, and finally fell asleep, Olive started cleaning up the mess.
And she was just drawing next to me, slowly getting her mood right.
The last sheet of paper was used up, Melody’s fingertips trembled, and the next second, a well–defined hand handed over a few A4 sheets.
Melody looked at Rylan. He smiled and said, “I only had A4 paper, you just make do with it.”
A warm feeling rose in Melody’s heart, and she took the paper.
“…Thanks.”
The plane landed, Melody followed the crowd out, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
A sharp, intense pain hit her in the stomach. She instinctively reached for her surgery wound, and her fingertips touched some warm liquid.
Her feet wobbled, and someone caught her just in time.
In her blurry vision, Rylan frowned, touched her burning forehead, pressed a hand to the side of her neck, and counted her heart rate.
“Don’t be afraid, you’ll be fine.”
Consciousness was slowly slipping away, and in a daze, Melody thought
of Graham.
He also said the same thing.
But later, he became the one who hurt her the most.
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Woke up again, it was in the hospital.
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Melody stared at the ceiling, her mind still foggy and not fully awake.
“Awake?”
A deep voice came, Melody turned her head suddenly, and she froze when she saw Rylan.
“You passed out at the airport, I brought you to the hospital, do you still remember?”
Rylan poured her a glass of water, “Your surgical wound got infected, you fell into a coma and had a high fever. I had no choice but to use the ID card in your bag to ask a friend to get your medical records from back home, so the doctors could treat you.”
“Thanks, sorry for the trouble.”
Rylan smiled and got up, and when he got to the door, he turned back for
some reason.
Melody lowered her eyes, held the water and drank quietly. In the sunlight, she looked thin and fragile, her skin so pale it seemed almost see–through, giving off a kind of broken feeling.
Eight miscarriages, three years of depression, a liver transplant…
Every note on the medical record was shocking. Rylan had seen a lot of suffering in the world and should have been used to it by now, but at that moment, a strange feeling tugged at his compassion.
“Melody, did you want to come with me?”
