No One But You

She cried too loudly that it was noisy to cause my headache.

"No."

"How about my jaw?"

"Neither."

"Cheekbones?"

"Your cheekbones are fake, too?" I was amazed. "Is there any real place in your face?"

"The skin is real!" She was shameless. As she howled I tried to get out of the car.

I hit my leg. It hurt.

She was still crying in the car, I looked at her irritably, "Get down. Do you want to stay there to celebrate your new year?"

"I'm stuck." Her crying face was ghostly and her mascara glued to her eyes.

I limped over to her and took a look. Her foot was stuck between the accelerator and the brake. Pulling it out would have been fine, but it would have skinned her ankle. "Just take your foot out."

"No, no, no!" She cried out loud, "It hurts, I'm going to die!"

"Your foot is just stuck. You can't die!"

"No, no, it hurts too much!"

What a charming young lady. I took out the phone to call the police first, then I opened the door and squatted down.

She was horrified. "Why?"

"You hold me and I'll help you pull your feet out."

"No!" She shook her head like a rattle, "I can't pull my feet out, I'll die of pain!"

"Your car is leaking oil. If you don't get out of the car, it will explode!" I frightened her. In fact it would be fine even if there was car oil leakage, as long as there was no open flame.

Elena was brainless. She believed what I said.

She believed it and cried even more bitterly than before, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

"Shut up if you don't want to die, you're killing me!" I leaned into the car with all my strength. Then I put my hands around her feet. "Just hold it," I said, "You'll be all right." "Oh, help..."

She screamed so horribly that I yanked her foot out.

Because of inertia, I squatted on the ground. She climbed out of the car to, crying.

"Run, run."

I got up from the ground, endured the pain in my leg, and went to the co-pilot to get my snack.

She screamed at me, "It's going to explode. Why do you still want the snack? You're so desperate!" She was stupid.

I pulled the car door open to take my snacks and Elena's bag from the seat.

I took the stuff and walked to her, but found Calvin turned back. Elena at the moment was low-key. Probably she knew her face was like a ghost, so she did not rush over, but sat in Calvin's car with the help of the bodyguard.

I threw Elena's bag to her, "Your bag!"

I sat on the roadside. Calvin stood several meters away from me, looking down at me, "You are not going?"

He's human enough to look back and after found what happened to us.

"I called the police. I am waiting for them." I looked up and told him.

His eyes rested on my leg. "You're hurt."

I was wearing jeans with a wash cloth. The cloth was so thin, so it was scratched and blood was gurgling from the inside.

I pull the belt of T-shirt bottom out to tie the leg. When I was a report, I often injured.

A simple dressing like this would work until the police arrive.

I put my head down on my knee and the bleeding made me dizzy.

I felt him coming towards me, his tall body bending over me, and then he reached out and picked me up.

"I'm fine." I whispered to him, "You take Elena to the hospital first!"

He said nothing, took me to the side of the car and put me in the back seat next to Elena.

I heard his magnetic voice saying to his assistant, "Stay and explain to the police."

Then he got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.

The car was moving. It was supposed to take us to the hospital.

Elena secretly looked into the mirror, and then wiped her face with wet wipes.

She probably wanted to touch up her makeup. I was speechless that she cared out her face right now under such a situation.

"It hurts, it hurts. I'm going to have scar on my leg." She wailed as she touched up her makeup.

I looked down at her ankle, which, compared with mine, was nothing more than a scratch.

"It's all right. This kind of bruising doesn't scar."

She looked at me suspiciously. "Really?"

"Really." I handed her a toffee. "This will calm your nerves.

She took it and stuffed it into her mouth. "Milk," she said, "I don't like dairy."

She was picky.

I was leaning on the back seat with sugar in my mouth and my eyes closed.

My legs were aching, excruciating, I didn't know if I was breaking my bones, I could feel the cold sweat oozing from my back and soaking my clothes.

But Elena kept talking to me, "Hey, Josephine, you should have warned me earlier just now, and I wouldn't have crashed."

"Hey, Josephine, did you pull my foot intentionally? My leg was very painful."

"Well, why are you so pale on the face, Josephine?"

I was dying of pain. Can I look good?

Would she shut up?

I put my hand on the man's shoulder in the front seat and said through gritted teeth, "Stop the car. I want to get out."

I would rather take a taxi to the hospital than listen to Elena nagging me. Her voice exacerbated the pain.

Calvin looked back at me quickly and then told the driver to stop by the side of the road.

I pulled open the door and was about to get off. Calvin got out and leaned over to pick me up.

"Leave me by the side of the road." I said.

He carried me all the way to the car in the back, which was supposed to be his bodyguard.

He carried me straight to the car and put me next to him.

"Drive."

Well, as long as I didn't sit with Elena, it was quiet and I can endure even if my legs ached.

"Very painful?" He asked me.

I gritted my teeth and smiled at him. "Take a Guess."

I was not Elena who would coddle to him. I would endure and it would be fine.

I didn't say I was in pain from beginning to end.

By the time I got to the hospital, I was in a daze.

I had a deep cut. A piece of metal of Elena's car cut my calf. It needed cleaning and stitches.

I was out of luck. When the doctor was about to sew up my needle, he said, "I'm out of anesthetics. I have to go to the pharmacy to get it."

The cut in my leg had opened a big gash, and it will bloom like a flower.

"Sew me up. No need for anesthetics." I said to the doctor.

The doctor was so startled. Calvin beside him gave me a second look.

"It would be in great pain if you don't take the anesthetic." he said coldly.

I was not stupid. I know it of course.

But I was allergic to anaesthetic. Last time I took anaesthetic for tooth extraction, it almost killed me.

I said lightly, "Sew it up!"