Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason) novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690 I Can Feel Hurt, Too

The nurse nodded without any hesitation. "Okay, wait a minute. I'll get it for you."

After saying that, she turned around and walked back.

Serina stood motionless in the doorway.

Getting a fruit knife, she clutched it and left in silence.

She walked to the end of the corridor, and outside the huge window was unending darkness, like that of the nightmare scenario just now. She raised the knife and cut her left arm, blood flowing down.

However, she felt not a trace of pain.

Fearfully, she looked at the darkness outside the window, which had not disappeared at all. It turned out that the nightmare was not over yet.

Once again, she cut her arm, still feeling no pain.

Why?

People say that men can wake up from nightmares after being beaten hard! Then why didn't this method work for me?

Without knowing what to do next, she looked out of the window, and now more than a dozen wounds could be seen on her left arm.

Finally she came to know that she couldn't awake from the nightmare in such a way.

The knife fell to the ground, a jingle echoing.

Serina directly climbed onto the rooftop. Unable to tell reality and the nightmare apart, she looked at the edge of the rooftop and was gonna take another step.

At quite a critical moment of the time, she was hugged tightly by someone behind her.

"What are you doing here?"

Miles, with his whole body trembling, couldn't describe his shock when seeing Serina just now. Having his business done, he had come to smoke on the rooftop and had only finished one cigarette.

Then he saw a figure stumbling over, and when he recognized that it was Serina, he broke out in cold sweat.

Unsurprisingly, he got no response from Serina.

Holding her tightly, he just did not let Serina go.

"Serina, what are you going to do?" He asked again.

Serina, only after hearing a quiver in his voice, replied, "The nightmare."

She reached out her finger, pointing at the sky.

Miles immediately understood what she meant. "You think you're having nightmares now? So you want to wake yourself up by hurting yourself?"

Serina didn't answer, but her eyes were getting more and more determined.

"I understand that you can't tell the difference between reality and nightmares. At least remember that now this is reality," said Miles as he hugged her close.

The rooftop was cloaked in great darkness, and Serina's sleeves had hanged down to cover her wounds as she run very fast a moment ago.

But now, walking in the brightly lit corridor, the blood drops dripping on the white marble floor appeared especially noticeable, and the cuffs of the striped hospital gown were also stained with blood.

Now without the darkness, Miles could clearly see that Serina's left hand was covered with blood. He gently rolled up the cuff, and there were cuts on it. Blood was still flowing out. He looked back, seeing that the blood drops on the ground form a thin path that led all the way to darkness until Serina's feet.

He didn't say anything, nor did he stare at her arm for too long.

He took Serina to the on-duty doctor's office and wanted the doctor to treat her wounds, but when the doctor took out the cotton swab, Serina began to scream hysterically, allowing no touch on her and being terrified.

In case she would hurt the doctor, Miles asked if he could do this job. The doctor said that the blood in the wounds had coagulated and no arteries were injured, so it was okay to do it by themselves.

Miles gently took her another uninjured hand, walked to the washroom of the ICU, turned on the tap, and waited patiently for the water to turn warm.