Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 116

Bonnie realized the world was slipping into silence again.

It wasn’t complete—there was still that constant buzzing in her ears, like a broken old radio, and the fading, broken bits of people talking in the background. Mostly, though, it felt like both her ears were stuffed full of wire wool. Every sound was muffled and painful, everything blocked out, leaving her in a sea of sharp discomfort where words couldn’t reach her.

She was no stranger to this. Bonnie didn’t get sick often, but when she did, it always hit hard. She hated hospitals, so she usually let things drag on for weeks. Whenever she fell ill, it often triggered these terrible earaches. At their worst, they came with ringing so loud and fierce, nothing else could get through.

Back in the airport bathroom, it hadn’t just been her left ear that got hurt. Those people hadn’t held back—they slapped her everywhere with no mercy.

Her left ear had gotten the worst of it.

Bonnie wanted to raise her hand to rub her right ear, see if she could ease the pain, but Lawrence caught her arm and gently pinned it down before she even really moved.

She didn’t have the strength to fight. She felt like a stranded fish, dried out in the sun, half-alive and inching closer to the end, so escape didn’t matter anymore.

With a pale face and a strange, calm stillness, Bonnie just stared at Lawrence, watching his mouth move, seeing words form but catching no sound.

Lawrence’s panic was written all over his face. He cupped Bonnie’s cheeks, called her name again and again, desperate, but Bonnie didn’t so much as blink.

She looked at him quietly, her eyes still and deep, unreadable, like a slow, endless river.

Lawrence’s voice cracked as he tried to pull her back. “Candie, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you mad? Why aren’t you yelling at me or hitting me?”

Please, he thought, anything but this. Don’t go quiet on me. Don’t just sit there empty.

He was scared in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He wrapped her gently in his arms, pressing shaky kisses to the messy hair at the top of her head. For a long moment, Bonnie didn’t move. Eventually, she raised her right hand—the one not hooked up to an IV—and weakly pushed him away, just enough so she could breathe.

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