When They Beg, I Rise!

The room was a haven of silence.

Lemira opened her mouth as if to speak, but then, words failed her. At times like these, language seemed utterly inadequate.

After all, she had tried to explain herself countless times before, only to be met with disbelief from her brothers.

Lucian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly before he finally let go of her hand. His eyes filled with disappointment as he looked at Lemira, "If you keep going down this path, I can't protect you when Asher gets back. Think about what you're doing." With those words, Lucian left the room.

Lemira let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against her pillow.

What was there to think about? Bent over backward trying to please them, only to be kicked out and end up dying miserably in a mental institution like in her previous life?

Not a chance.

"Here, catch!"

Suddenly, there was a cold pack wrapped in a bandage before her.

Lemira took it, pressing the cold pack against her bruised cheek, stealing a glance at the man beside her. In a low voice, she said, "Thanks for earlier."

voice was cool and distant, "Why

told you I've tried explaining so many times

people didn't believe her anyway, just thought she

not

was caught off guard. Did he

on her forehead, "Your

feel much better. She glanced at the scar on his wrist, "Is that from an accident too,

it. He began to

table, his back to Lemira. His profile was

one too, on my

"Right here, see? Looks a lot

which made even more conspicuous by how high she'd

looked away, "Kid,

"But you're a doctor."

cleared his throat, reminding himself he was also a man.

"That scar could be treated.

was a reminder of their parents, and he'd take care of it when he had the time. She had believed

for their parents' death. That scar was her stigma for causing their deaths, he said, and