EuropeNovelChapter 235 Citrine had no memory of what had happened to her. Raymond, worried that the truth might upset her even more, stayed quiet about the details. When she turned to him with a question, he immediately steered the conversation away.
"You must be starving, Citrine," he said, forcing a smile. "I had someone pick up that nourishing soup you like on Main Street. Why don't you have a bit?" As he spoke, Raymond thoughtfully unfolded the tray table and arranged the food in front of her, making sure everything was within easy reach.
Once he'd finished, he ushered everyone else out of the hospital room. He lingered for a moment, then quietly slipped out himself.
Out in the hallway, the Carmichaels turned their attention to Dr. Yates.
Raymond lowered his voice, anxiety tightening his words. "What's going on, Yates? Why can't Citrine remember anything?" Yates let out a heavy sigh, resignation etched on his face. "Her condition has gotten much worse, Raymond. Every tshe loses control, she ends up hurting herself. And afterwards, she forgets it ever happened." As he spoke, his expression grew grim. "At first, she wasn't as hard on herself, but as things have progressed, she's becmore and more violent. The worst part is, she never remembers doing it, so she could be in danger at any time." He looked at them all, voice grave. "You have to keep a close eye on her. Citrine's in a very serious state right now. Her emotions have to be watched every minute." Inside the room, once everyone had left, Citrine didn't touch the food. Instead, she quietly lifted her left hand and began to carefully unwind the bandages from her wrist, layer by layer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe deep, angry red of the wound stood out starkly against her pale skin.
She'd hurt herself again.
Citrine pressed her lips together, her face expressionless as she stared at the gash. It was worse than before- she'd gone even deeper this time.
If this kept up, it was only a matter of tbefore she managed to actually kill herself.
She scoffed quietly, eyes fixed on her wrist. "Monster," she muttered.
That's what she was a monster through and through.
No wonder no one loved her. Who could ever love someone who might destroy herself at any moment? But before she went, she'd make sure everyone who had ever hurt her would pay. She'd drag every last one of them down with her.
She wasn't nearly finished yet.
A twisted smile curled on her lips, a wild gleam flickering in her eyes.
The soup on the tray had gone cold. Citrine hadn't touched a single bite. When the Carmichaels returned a little later, this was the sight that greeted them.
The food sat untouched on the table, not a spoonful missing. Citrine lay curled on her side, arm limp across the bed, her eyes vacant and distant-so quiet, it was almost eerie.
They had never seen her like this before.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNo matter the situation, Citrine had always faced the world with effortless confidence, never letting anyone see her shaken or unsure.
Now, huddled on the hospital bed in utter silence, she looked so much like a wounded creature that it made their hearts ache. Watching her, the Carmichaels felt as if something vital had been ripped from their chests.
Raymond would have preferred her sharp tongue and stubborn defiance to the fragile girl before him.
"Citrine, is it the soup? You don't like it anymore?" he asked gently, reaching to clear away the now-toold awaythec meal. As he did, he caught sight of the white bandage lying crumpled on the floor-and then noticed her bloodied wrist, crimson soaking through the sheets. "Citrine, why did you take off your bandage?" Raymond's voice cracked with alarm.
He immediately called for the nurse, who rushed in to rewrap her wound.
Through it all, Citrine said nothing, quietly cooperating, her silence only making Raymond's heart ache more.
Once her wrist was tended to, Raymond asked carefully, "Citrine, is there anything you' En like to eat? I'|| get you whatever you want." She didn't move, just turned away from him, her voice flat. "I'm not hungry." Raymond started to protest, but Citrine cut him off. "Please go. I'm tired. I want to rest."
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