Drowning In Your Love

"If the patient won't cooperate, then he might not be able to stand up again."

As the doctor was speaking, Emma Xia stared at Jack Ouyang indifferently. He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face clouded over.

She knew for a fact that he was only pretending to be asleep.

"In the next ten days, you must make the patient move whatever the cause." The doctor gave her a look that meant he wasn't going to compromise for them any longer.

"I will try my best to help him," she said firmly. "Don't worry."

"All right. I'll be off." The doctor glanced at Jack Ouyang and shook his head sadly. Without another word, he walked out the door.

'If it hadn't been for me, the man wouldn't have been disabled two years ago,' she thought.

Emma Xia glared at Jack Ouyang's peaceful face, curling her fingers into tiny fists.

"Are you really pretending to be asleep?" she snapped.

"Fine,

you asked for it."

She didn't give him time to react as she grabbed a glass of water on the night table. She splashed it on his face with no mercy.

Jack was shocked, grabbing her wrists. "Do you want to die?"

Emma Xia laughed, staring into his drenched face. "Look at yourself. You think you can threaten me?"

She shook his grip from her wrists. Emma was about to walk away when he pulled her towards him.

Emma stumbled back into his body as her wrists ached from the sudden movement. She struggled to get off him, but Jack Ouyang quickly stretched out his hand and pinched her cheeks. "What's wrong with me now?" he snarled. "I could kill you with just a flick of my finger?" When was it her turn to taunt him? Glaring at the woman who had caused his disability,

Jack's eyes were filled with hatred.

Emma smirked, flicking his hand away from her face. "And who'll believe that, loser?"

He clenched his fists. Blue veins popped out of his forehead, carving down the back of his neck.

'Bitch!'

Seeing how angry he was, she couldn't help but be amused. "I'm your brother's woman. Fine! Ravish me if you want. Let's see if you can!" Her words were dripping with mockery.

"Emma Xia, I'll kill you!" The woman angered him so much that he instinctively thought of moving his body up to strangle her.

Jack stretched and twisted his body, struggling with his disability.

When she saw him finally motivated to move, Emma was so happy that she almost wanted to cry.

She clapped her hands together.

Seeing that what she had said worked, she continued, "I'll celebrate my birthday with your brother tonight. We'll have a wonderful night together. I guess I consider myself lucky that no one will prevent us from – Ah!"

Without warning, he pounced at her, burying himself deep into her. Emma screamed, face turning pale at the impact. The pain she felt made her want to refuse him, but she gritted her teeth. 'Maybe he'd try to move after this,' she thought.

He tried to wrap himself around her waist, but due to his weak legs, he only found himself stumbling through.

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Are you that weak? God, you're even worse than your brother–"

Before she finished, Jack was so angry that his legs moved around her.

"You want me to put you to death, huh! If I don't kill you now, I'll only feel sorry for myself!"

Hanging out with his brother? She wished.

Although his face was flushed, his anger was already returning him back to normal.

She might be in pain, but her lips twitched at the thought of him moving his legs again.

It was a good start.

He turned over by instinct, pressing down on Emma under his body. "How could you even repair the membrane?" Jack sneered as if he had just eaten a fly. She was so tight that he almost believed that she was still a virgin.

As Emma panted for breath, she laughed. "Please," she snapped, groaning in pain. "As if you can break a repaired hymen with those legs."

She wished that Jack could stand up, even if it was just to kick her out of the room.

"Bang!"

Jack punched the headboard before slipping into her again. She yelled in a mix of pain and pleasure as he started to pump into her.

They didn't stop till she passed out.

Hearing the ruckus inside the room, a nurse rushed over. Seeing Jack sitting on his bed, the nurse widened her eyes in surprise. "Doctor! Mr. Jack is sitting up!"

Four doctors rushed into the ward at the same time, staring in surprise at the sudden development. Jack crossed his arms. "Get this woman out!"

One of the doctors saw that Emma had fainted on the floor.

Seeing the disheveled clothes and the light amount of blood, they all exchanged awkward looks. The leading doctor adjusted his glasses. "Lucy, help this lady out. We'll do an examination on Mr. Jack," he addressed to the nurse.

"Okay!" she answered. Without another word, the nurse squatted down to carry Emma out of the ward.

Everyone knew what they had done inside the ward.

"Umm..."

Emma groaned out. She opened her eyes, only to feel every cell of her body screaming in pain. She winced, the drowsiness disappearing almost immediately.

"Miss Emma, you finally wake up!"

Hearing the nurse's voice, Emma turned to her. "Am I injured?" She took a deep breath only to feel as if her chest was being stabbed by hundreds of knives.

That bastard!

"It's rare, but reasonable. Mr. Jack never had sex the past two years, so the injuries are understandable. Please get some rest. If you feel uncomfortable, you could ring the bell and the doctor will come and see you."

"Okay!" Seeing the secretive smile on the nurse's face, she knew that the nurse must've thought how deeply in love they were with each other. At the thought, Emma could only feel bitterness seeping into her heart.

Once the nurse walked out, Emma stared into the ceiling. "As long as Jack can walk again, everything I've done is worth it," she promised herself.

She owed him that much.

Her injuries now were nothing compared to the pain Jack was experiencing.

As soon as she came out of the lounge, Emma walked straight to Jack's ward.

Outside the room, she stopped. Jack was leaning against the headboard. His eyes were closed as if he was deep in thought. Not wanting to disturb him, Emma turned around and headed towards the elevator.

In the past two years, she'd been staying in his ward and taking care of him, even during the holidays. He'd punish her every night, but she didn't really care. As long as she could get him to walk again, it was all worth it.