Chapter 117 This Whole year had been my Own Wishful Thinking
He scrunched his eyebrows together, his voice deep and resonant. "What do you mean?"
I did not say another word. I just walked over to the emergency room door, wrapped my arms around myself, and crouched down against the wall.
The wind in the hallway was howling as if it was cruelly mocking all my wishful thinking over the years.
"Yvette..."
Idris tried to speak to me, but Moore cut him off.
"Iddy!" Moore looked pale, her eyes full of worry as she glanced at Idris's bleeding hand, tears welling up. "Iddy, you need to get that hand looked at before it's too late."
Liam, who had been silent until that moment, finally turned his attention to Idris's hand, which was dripping with blood. He inhaled sharply and said, "If we don't get that wound treated soon, you're going to lose your hand. I'm taking you to the doctor."
Without waiting for a response, Liam grabbed Idris's other hand and led him away.
I watched them go, feeling nothing. My heart was like still water, undisturbed.
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