Chapter 138

Although the nurse was concerned about my condition, she had no authority to intervene. All she could do was respect my decision and quickly complete the discharge procedures. Back at my rented place, I decided to take a shower. After lying in that hospital bed for so long, I felt like the stench of antiseptic had seeped into my very skin. Stepping into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The sight of my gaunt, skeletal figure startled me to my core. How did I end up looking so utterly unrecognizable like this? No wonder the nurse had been so visibly startled earlier. She had to have been worried that I might collapse before even finishing the discharge process. Staring at the pale, haggard figure in the mirror, I sighed heavily, feeling an overwhelming wave of despair. Abigail wasn't wrong. I really did look like the walking dead. It's no surprise she didn't want me and kept me around just to torment me. After all, compared to Joshua, vibrant and magnetic