Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Julian: POV

Blake arrived nine minutes later.

I heard the front door slam shut. His footsteps echoing through the mansion, quick and argent against the marble floors.

“Julian!”

“Upstairs! Master bathroom!”

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He appeared in the doorway, slightly out of breath. Took one look at Elena on the floor. At the blood pooling around us. At me cradling her limp body.

“Jesus Christ.”

He dropped his medical bag with a heavy thud and knelt beside me, his knee landing in a puddle of diluted blood and water.

“How long ago?”

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“I don’t know, when I got back home, I found her like that-wrists already slashed, lying there in the bathtub.” My voice cracked on the last word. “The water was red. So fucking red.”

He pulled back the towels I’d wrapped around her wrists. Examined the wounds with practiced efficiency, his fingers gentle but firm as he checked her pulse.

His jaw tightened. I saw the muscle twitch.

“These are deep. Vertical. She knew what she was doing.” He looked up at me, and I saw something in his eyes I’d never seen before-fear. “This wasn’t a cry for help, Julian. She really wanted to die.”

“Can you-

“I can stitch her up. But Julian-

here.”

“He looked at me, his eyes deadly serious. “She needs a hospital. A psychiatric hospital. This is beyond what I can handle

“No.” Elena’s voice was barely a whisper, so faint I almost missed it. “No hospital.”

Blake glanced down at her, surprised she was conscious. Then back at me.

“She’s lost a lot of blood. Her pulse is weak-maybe sixty beats per minute when it should be closer to eighty. If she crashes, if there’s internal damage I

can’t see-

“I’m not going.” Elena’s eyes were still closed, her lips barely moving. But her voice was firm, resolute. “If you take me to a hospital, I’ll just try again. The moment I get out. I’ll do it right next time.”

Blake muttered something under his breath that sounded like “fucking hell” and “stubborn idiots.”

Then he opened his bag and pulled out supplies, Gauze. Antiseptic. Sutures. A bottle of saline. His hands moved with the precision of someone who’d done

this a thousand times.

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Hold her still,” he said, threading a curved needle.

I did, gripping her shoulders gently as he began to work.

He cleaned the wounds first, the antiseptic making Elena’s body tense despite her seeming detachment.

The chemical smell filled the bathroom, mixing with the quetallic scent of blood.

Then he started stitching. Small, precise movements. The needle piercing her pale skin, pulling the edges of the wounds together.

Elena barely flinched. She just lay there in my arms, staring at nothing, like she wasn’t even in her own body anymore.

I counted the stitches. Six on the left wrist. Seven on the right.

Each one felt like an accusation.

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When he was done, he wrapped both her wrists in clean white bandages, winding them carefully, securing them with medical tape.

“She needs fluids,” he said, not looking at me. “IV fluids would be best, but since we’re apparently not going to a hospital-”

He pulled out a bottle of electrolyte solution from his bag. “Make her drink this. All of it. And antibiotics.”

He handed me a bottle of pills. “Two now, then one every twelve hours for the next week. And rest.”

He finally met my eyes. “She needs to rest, Julian. Real rest. Not whatever the hell you’ve been doing to her.”

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