When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

He picked up the bottle of sulfuric acid, slowly swivelling his head to face me. An eyebrow raised, he asked in an annoyed tone, “Want me to do it for you?”

My face scrunched up out of fear, instinctively taking a step back and increasing the distance between us. “Jared, listen. There’s still a way out for you if you stop now.”

His lips pulled back in an ugly sneer. “Scared, Scarlett?”

No sh*t, Sherlock. Anyone would be.

He took slow, lazy steps towards me, and I unconsciously kept backing away from him. “Jared, you can’t bring back people from the dead, but you can still treasure the living while they’re still alive,” I tried to convince him.

He merely jeered at me, refusing to listen to anything I said as he twisted open the bottle cap.

Waving the bottle in the air menacingly, he went on to say, “You look so much like Naomi right now. She was this scared and vulnerable when she died, too. I remember thinking: she must have wanted to continue living, but she couldn’t find a good reason to do so anymore. Why couldn’t I have been her reason? Why couldn’t she have continued living for me?”

I felt my back hit a wall. I’m cornered.

Delighted by my new predicament, a wide grin spread across his face as he splashed the contents of the bottle in my direction.

I reflexively reached up and tried to cover my face with my hands, but only managed to block some of the liquid.

I heard the blood-curdling sound of something dissolving, as well as caught a whiff of the rancid odor

hissed into my ear in pain as a group of people suddenly barged into

daze, I realized that it was Ashton. He’d used

corner of my eye, I could somewhat see that all the blood was drained from Jared’s face

tried to open my mouth to speak,

constant ringing in my brain as I

only then that my brain finally registered that my face hurt slightly, and I realized that the sulfuric acid must have

the cornea isn’t damaged, so you don’t have to worry about blindness,”

a while. I now knew that my face and right eye

I feel any pain at all in the beginning? Maybe it all happened too fast that my

nurse came in to help with my IV injection. After pressing lightly all over my hand and not finding any prominent veins, she glanced up

inspected the back of my hand and then

turned away, refusing to watch her actually push the needle into my flesh. My pain tolerance had always been

the nurse helpfully supplied

sigh in relief, all the muscles in my body relaxing. The spot on the back of my left hand where the IV needle had pierced

wrong vein? It looks like the wound is starting to

the IV needle to the drip bag was indeed

nurse looked over her shoulder at me and did a double take. When she tried to pull out the IV needle, tiny drops of