Chapter 17

I know I am not his type but can I trust him? Once again I took a good look at myself and noticed I am wearing the same dress that I had worn yesterday and it confirmed that he didn't do anything to me. "Are you going to leave or not?" He snarled. Gulping down, I turned my heels ready to leave the room but I let out a yelp when I felt a piercing pain growing through my body. I accidentally stepped on the scattered pieces of glass which I dropped before. Blood is oozing through my feet. He rushed towards me but I stopped him by raising my hand which ensued him halt in his midst. I removed the glass from my feet and in no second bucket of blood flowed down but I just walked towards the door not caring the agony a bit. My main concern is to leave the place as soon as possible. What if he changes his mind and forced me to stay here? No, I can't take the risk. He is bipolar. Truthfully It's hurting a lot whenever I take a step for that I couldn't walk properly. Somehow, I reached the road and waited to cross the other side. When the signal turned red, I started to walk across the road but my visions started to blur and faint black dots appeared above my head. I feel dizzy; My head started to spin around. The signal light shifted into green and here I am standing in the middle of the road. That's it. I'm going to die. I prepared myself for the blow when I spotted the car and as I expected a blow hit my back pushing me backward. I fell down with my butt off and saw someone was kneeling beside me through my blurred vision. I couldn't feel any pain. It feels like I'm floating in the air. He/ She gently stroked my body but I couldn't feel anything. I closed my eyes and welcomed the darkness with my open hands. Unknown POV: I wonder what she was doing there. It looks like she is going to faint anytime soon and I was right when I saw her falling back. Without hesitating, I ran towards her but it's too late. I saw a car is coming towards the direction of where she was standing when the signal turned green. Before it could collide with her body, I pushed her away. With a loud thud, she fell down on the road. Her body went numb. She didn't move and then her eyes started to close slowly. I gently stroked her body but no vain. I looked for help but everyone minded their own business. Not wanting to waste another second, I carried her to my car and drove to the nearby hospital. They asked me who I am and how I was related to the patient and even asked me to fill the form but I didn't answer them. Instead, I threw plenty of amounts to shut their mouth that is far enough for her treatment. "I don't know her. I just saw her on the road, unconscious. So I admitted her." I replied and left the hospital. If I had helped her yesterday, she wouldn't have been in this position. I feel guilty but it's none of my business to poke my head. * Sheila's POV: It's been two days since I met the accident. When I woke up from the dilemma, the nurse told me someone admitted me and paid my bills but he refused to give his name. I was discharged yesterday from the hospital. Nothing big happened. Just a small injury and they put the bandage around my head where I had a small cut. I was unconscious for almost four hours. My foot is also hurting a lot, the damage I had in my foot led to the bacterial infection. The doctor suggested that I should take rest for at least one week, not to give any pressure on my legs. I obliged what I have been told and here I am taking bed rest in my room, no one knew about the accident. Quinn called me to ask why I didn't come to the college. I lied to her saying I went to my hometown to visit my parents. I don't want to bother her. I wonder who helped me on that day. I never thought these kinds of people still exist. I wanted to meet him and thank him personally but I don't have any detail about him; the only thing I know is it's a boy. If he hadn't come for the right time for my rescue, I'm sure I will be six feet under the ground right now. My phone vibrated near the table gradually yanking me from my own thoughts. I took the phone and it showed the caller ID, Tammy. 'He too felt my absence.' A small smile forged on my lips. I answered the call and heard his worried voice: "Why you didn't come to college?" "What happened to you?" "Is there any problem?" "And where the hell are you?" He asked the question one by one not even giving me any space to breathe. "Tammy, I'm fine. I have just come to visit my parents. That's all. You were on vacation, that's why I didn't tell you. But I'm sorry. I should have informed you. I didn't think this would bother you very much." I clarified his inquiry. "Who said I'm caring for you? I just want to check you because you don't take leave without a reason," He said bluntly; His voice held anger and I know he is trying to hide his anxiety. "Okay.. okay. I'm sorry. I will meet you once I come back to college." I confessed while trying to convince him. I heard him inhale deeply before he mumbled a small "Okay." We talked a few more minutes before hanging up. --- One week passed extremely in slow motion. I had been died of boring. Eating, sleeping, and getting a random call from Tammy and Quinn were the regular routine I had. Now I am on the way to my room after finishing my final check-up. The doctor told me to use a sponge slipper for a month. After he unwrapped the bandage from my head he told me to take the pills at the correct times which he suggested earlier.