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

I dozed off anyway. Suddenly, I felt Ashton stir next to me. When I opened my eyes, I saw him struggling to make his way off the bed.

I sprung out of my bed immediately and ran over to help him, as though in a trance.

He was sweating profusely again, probably because of the injury on his back. Seeing that I was up, he looked at me apologetically and said, “Did I wake you?”

I shook my head, feeling a little sorry for him. As I grabbed hold of his arm, I asked in concern, “Are you alright? The doctor said you aren’t allowed to get off the bed yet.”

He pursed his lips, his fingers tightening around the handrails of his bed. “I’m going to the toilet.”

I froze for a moment before replying, “There’s a bedpan!”

“Help me to the bathroom!” he ordered as though he hadn’t heard me. His voice was low and full of authority, and for a moment I thought he was back to the cold, distant Ashton again.

He had his pride, I supposed. Knowing that I wouldn’t win in an argument, I gave in and helped him off the bed.

He was 180cm tall and looked almost absurd next to me. For some reason, I had a distinct feeling that he was consciously not putting any of his weight on me.

We entered the toilet. Since his arm was still attached to the IV drip, I bent down without a second thought to help him unbuckle his belt.

However, he grabbed hold of my hand almost immediately. Looking a little helpless, he said, “Alright, I can do this myself. Go outside and wait for me.”

the toilet bowl?” The injury was on his back

head. “I’ll be fine. Be a good girl and wait for me

than ever. Pushing his IV drip aside, I said, “I’ll just help you unbuckle your belt. I won’t look at you, I promise!

to me and wait for me outside!” he said, still smiling. A hint of desperation had crept into his voice. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not a child, you know.

reassure me with an earnest look on his face. I couldn’t help but wonder how there could be such a stubborn person on

toilet. I heard the door

pursed my lips in annoyance. Ashton

long time, I started panicking a little. Turning towards

replied, sounding

heard the toilet flush. I got up and was about to go in to help him. Nonetheless, once I pushed the door open, he

let out a sigh

had to be changed every three hours. The nurse came in shortly afterward with fresh bandages in her hands. This time, she didn’t try and hide the wound—instead, she peeled off the bandages and exposed his wound to the

skipped a beat.

rotting flesh, and his skin will repair itself eventually. He will need to remain in the hospital for a while more so we can observe his condition. As far as possible, make sure he doesn’t make any big movements that might aggravate his condition. That could slow down the rate of his recovery.” After explaining this

I shuddered in horror, hardly daring to

drip to his arm after bandaging his wound. Because of the medication, he fell

by his bed, unable to fall asleep. His back

didn’t let her accompany him to the hospital. Instead, he told her to return to

after considering the rough journey and the state of his injuries, he decided to stay here and

and Cameron dropped by practically every day to visit us. Although our interactions