Page 74 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
He couldn’t risk saying everything. The clot had nearly killed her. And if this man found out just how close they came to losing her, one word from him could bring the whole hospital crashing down.
Lucas leaned back slightly in the chair and waved him off with two fingers. “Leave. I want a moment alone with Taylor.”
The doctor sprang from his seat, muttering a barely audible “Of course,” and rushed out like a man escaping a death sentence.
The door clicked shut.
Lucas sat motionless for a few seconds, then slowly leaned back in his chair. His shoulders were stiff. His jaw clenched. A pulse throbbed visibly in his temple.
Taylor sat beside him, arms crossed, concern slowly clouding his eyes.
“What the hell is going on?” Taylor asked, voice low. “What the hell is going on, man? Why are you grilling him like that?”
Lucas didn’t answer right away. He rubbed his jaw, then raked both hands through his hair before finally looking up.
His voice was quiet, but tight with pressure. “I think Emily doesn’t remember me.”
Taylor’s brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”
“She forgot everything. She doesn’t remember what we were. Not even how she felt about me. Since the accident, she’s distant, cold... she keeps begging me to break up with her.”
Lucas’ knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists. He exhaled sharply through his nose, his gaze hardening.
Taylor narrowed his eyes, leaning forward with a doubtful frown. “That doesn’t sound like amnesia. Maybe she just… got over you.”
Lucas’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with anger. “What?”
Taylor continued casually, not sensing the shift. “I mean, feelings fade, right? Relationships lose spark. Maybe she finally got tired of chasing you. And didn't you say you were done with her too. That you wanted out. So isn’t it easier if she left first?”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Then—
“Who thefucktold you I don’t love her?” Lucas exploded, slamming a fist onto the table, making the glass of water rattle violently.
Taylor flinched slightly, blinking in shock.
Lucas was practically vibrating with fury, the veins on his neck standing out, his chest rising and falling fast. His eyes were wild—raw with rage and something else. Fear.
His knuckles were white from the force of his grip on the table edge. “I never stopped loving her. You think I’d be here if I didn’t?”
Taylor raised both hands in surrender and reached into the file bag beside him. He pulled out a thick folder and slapped it down in front of Lucas.
“Alright. Then take a look at this,” Taylor said. “These are Emily’s scans from the accident.”
Still catching his breath, Lucas yanked the folder from Taylor’s hands and flipped it open violently. Pages fluttered everywhere.
He scanned the injury report—and stopped cold.
‘Patient admitted with life-threatening injuries. Blunt trauma to the skull. Blood clot detected. High risk of memory impairment. Heart had also stopped briefly. Condition: life-threatening.’
His body stilled.
Lucas’ hand clenched tighter around the medical report. The paper crinkled audibly beneath his grip, his knuckles turning white as his body began to tremble. The words blurred before his eyes, but his rage and disbelief burned sharper than ever.
“Was she really that badly hurt?” Lucas asked, his voice hollow—barely above a whisper.
Taylor exhaled with a subtle nod. “Yes,” he confirmed. “She had a deep gash on her shoulder, one that required stitches before we could even operate. Her head injury was also very serious. She had bruises all over her arms and legs—multiple wounds that bled through the night before we stabilized her. She was in bad shape.”
