The Day I Didn't Stop Her

The hospital was abuzz when Shirley's father, Bennett Lowell, started yelling at the top of his lungs in the hallway.

"You can't blame it all on my daughter! If this guy hadn't run his mouth off, none of this would've happened!"

Shirley was shaking, not expecting things to escalate.

"Yes! Yes! I was freaked out, and getting cursed out on my wedding day, I was obviously upset, you get that, right?"

'Understand you? As if. Drop dead.' I seethed silently.

The doctor was stitching me up, and even with his years of experience, he could not help but suck in a breath at the sight of my wound.

"You're lucky. This is a nasty one, almost hitting the bone. You could've ended up paralyzed!"

Shirley jumped in hastily. "Even if you were paralyzed, I'd be there for you!"

The word 'paralyzed' triggered a flood of bitter memories.

"Shut up!"

It was the first time I ever snapped at her, and she was taken aback.

I turned to Bennett.

"Mr. Lowell, it seems like you've forgotten that on her wedding day, it was your daughter who ditched her husband to see another man, not me. If I didn't step back, today's joy could've turned into mourning. Don't you think I've given up enough?

"Look at me, all beaten up. Who do you think deserves a little sympathy here?"

Bennett, clearly knowing he was at fault, shot me an angry look.

"That's just how our daughter is. If you can't handle it, no one's forcing you to marry her."

When he could not win with logic, he resorted to pettiness.

In that, he was no different from Shirley.

Her brother could not take it anymore and scoffed."What a shameless bunch."

Shirley moved closer, trying to show some softness.

"Don't be mad, I never saw this coming. I'm too busy loving you to ever want to hurt you. It was just an accident."

Hank could not stand her playing the caring card and jeered.

"A big guy like you gets a couple of taps and ends up like this? For real? Or is this just another one of your games?"

I was about to give Hank a piece of my mind when Shirley shoved my hand away.

"Yeah, you've pulled stunts like this before, Anthony. Didn't you say you were done with all that? Are you lying to me again?"

Just like that, I was cast as the villain once more.

I was so ticked off, I had to laugh. "With imaginations like yours, you guys should be writing fiction."

Shirley hesitated, biting her lip, about to check on my injury.

However, Hank beat her to the punch, dramatically clutching his chest and collapsing.

"Shirley, my heart; it's acting up again. I'm sorry, I'm such a letdown."

Shirley was frantic, veins popping as she cradled Hank, who was feigning weakness.

"What's wrong with you all? Get a doctor, now! If he dies on me, I'm done for!"

She could not even fake concern for her husband's head injury. However, at her so-called soulmate's slightest discomfort, she was a mess.

I felt a wave of sadness wash over me.

Hank was always her number one, and I regretted not realizing it sooner in my previous life.

Even my kid brother could see what was going on.

"You'll be fine. You're a great guy, lots of people will like you."

I gave his hand a reassuring pat. "I get it."

Just then, the doctor came in for his rounds, but Shirley was already pulling him aside.

"Doctor, can you please check on Hank first? He was just fine, and now he's passed out?"

The doctor's face was stern. "Stop this foolishness! I'm not a heart specialist. Move aside, the patient needs his medication changed immediately, or there could be serious complications!"

However, Shirley was not hearing any of it. "What do you mean? You're a doctor, you're supposed to know how to handle everything! It's just a little scrape, but Hank's out cold! He's obviously in worse shape!"

The throbbing in the back of my head intensified, and my back was slick with sweat.

I was still bleeding from my head, and she calls it a little scrape?

With great effort, I stood up. "No, help me first!"

Hank was just jumping around a moment ago, and then he's unconscious,

Who would buy that?

However, Shirley was relentless, grabbing the doctor and heading for the door.

"If you don't look after Hank, you won't be treating Anthony either!"

She treated life-and-death matters as if they were a game.

I felt a chill in my heart.

I tried to catch Shirley's eye, but she would not meet my gaze.

"Anthony, I'm doing this for your sake. If he dies, it'll affect you, too, right? Now's not the time to be stubborn. It's just a little blood, you can tough it out."

'Can I really just tough it out?' I wondered.

As they vanished through the hospital doors, and I was on the verge of passing out from the pain,

I collapsed into a warm, fragrant embrace.

"Idiot! You can't let anything happen to you!"