Man, what's wrong with you?

"No, I didn't. Let me go!" Jeremy had shackled Sherry with his hands. Sherry was starting to get hurt. She tried to break away
from him but he was too strong for her.
She fought so fiercely but he just wouldn't let her go. When he saw her contorted face, he assumed she was being hateful.
Suddenly, she waved her hand that successfully distracted Jeremy. For the slightest moment, he had loosened his grip on her.
Sherry took advantage of this opportunity by breaking away from him. She pulled so hard that she accidentally hit the wall behind
her.
"Ouch..." she moaned in pain.
"Jeremy, what the fuck did you do?" A man's voice chimed in. Steve quickly put down the medicine in his hand and quickly
rushed to push Jeremy away from Sherry.
Jeremy was just about to pull Sherry back in when Steve pushed him away. Steve then defensively put an arm around Sherry.
The anger on Jeremy's face disappeared as it was replaced with regret.
"Are you okay?" Placing his hands on Sherry's shoulders, he helped Sherry sit up, carefully supporting her with his hands.
The piercing pain spread to every part of her body in an instant, causing her to tremble terribly.
"She's a patient! If you want to fight with her, you should at least wait until she recovers!" Steve bellowed.
Sweat started to break out on Sherry's forehead. Her face was pale. She grabbed the quilt tightly, trying to bear the piercing pain.
"I..." Jeremy wanted to explain himself but instead found himself stammering, at a loss for words.
How could he explain? Why couldn't he control himself? Why couldn't he just talk to her nicely?
Steve didn't know what had happened between them. All he knew was the distress he felt when he saw the pained look on
Sherry's face.
Steve would rather that he get hurt than Sherry.
Jeremy never apologized to anyone. He couldn't bring himself to say sorry to Sherry but the pain in his heart to see her like this
was undeniable.

"No matter what happens, you should never hurt a woman," Steve hissed. He then turned to Sherry and tried to comfort her.
"She was just treated yesterday. How can you hurt her? You're so cruel!" Steve added, still angry.
For the first time, Jeremy couldn't find anything to retort with.
It was indeed his fault. He was too impulsive.
Sherry didn't want to lean on Steve but she had no strength left now. Still, she liked that Steve was blaming Jeremy.
Jeremy fixed his eyes on Steve's hands that were still placed on Sherry's shoulders.
This made him very unhappy but he couldn't do anything about it as he couldn't lose his temper again.
"Ahem!" Jeremy stayed silent as he couldn't argue with Steve since he knew he was wrong. After a while, Sherry didn't seem to
be in much pain anymore. Jeremy then worriedly asked, "Does it still hurt? Do you need me to call the doctor?"
"No, thanks. You can go now," Sherry said coldly as she took a deep breath.
Upon hearing this, Jeremy was stunned at how cold she was to him. She wasn't like that to Steve when she talked to him just a
moment ago.
"I'm staying to take care of you," Jeremy said, pretending that he didn't hear Sherry.
"I don't need you to take care of me. As long as you don't come here, I'll be fine." Sherry was looking towards the window to the
side—she wouldn't even look him in the eye.
If he hadn't lost his temper, she wouldn't have been hurt.
"I said I'm taking care of you," Jeremy replied stubbornly.
All of a sudden, Sherry turned her head and glared at Jeremy. "I already said that I didn't want to see you! What are you still
doing here? Get out! Don't even show your face to me. It's only going to make things worse."
A look of bewilderment spread across his face.
She had spoken to him so ruthlessly just now. Now she was biting her lower lip and seemed to flinch whenever he tried to
approach her.

Meanwhile, Steve quietly stood aside.
Jeremy still didn't move. Sherry gave a helpless smile and said, "If you don't leave, I'll transfer to another hospital."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled back the quilt and attempted to get out of bed. In a hurry, Jeremy stopped her by
pressing her hands against the bed with his.
When Jeremy touched her, Sherry withdrew her hands immediately, as if she was hurt. She then looked at him as if she was
sickened over him.
"I'm leaving now. Don't move and don't transfer to another hospital either," Jeremy said as gently as he could, slowly retreating.
"Rest well. I'll come see you tomorrow," he said in a low voice.
"I said I didn't want to see you. The minute you set foot in this hospital, I'm transferring," she said firmly.
Steve almost burst into laughter. He'd never seen Jeremy being treated like this.
Rendered speechless, Jeremy pressed his lips together and in a resigned tone, he said, "Okay."
Then Jeremy turned around and walked to the door, looking back at her, his eyes ridden with guilt.
After the door was closed, Sherry exhaled sharply.
"You were so brave just now," Steve teased.
It wasn't until she turned her head to look at Steve did she realize how intimate their position was right now.
She moved her body slightly along with her shoulders as if to signal to Steve that she didn't want to be held anymore.
"Are you really fine? Don't you need to see a doctor? What if the wound reopened again?"
"It's fine. Don't worry. I know my body." Sherry smiled feebly. Her lips hurt a bit as in trying to endure the pain, she bit her lips so
hard that they busted open.
"I really don't understand Jeremy. What were you two arguing about anyway?"
Sherry really didn't know how to answer his question.