The Jilted Second Young Master (51)

After dinner, Song Jia was once again carried by Lin Yitian back into their bedroom. Wang Han looked at the young couple that couldn't be separated like sticky rice and shook his head.

He had been fed with dog food for several months now, and he had already gotten used to the taste. In fact, aside from feeling bitter watching this couple's sweet day to day interactions, Wang Han for the most part could only feel happiness for his second young master. He had a hard life starting from when he was young, not having any friends and a loving family to support him. But now, his second young master had Miss Su.

Wang Han smiled and quietly told the maids to quickly clear away the table. Being happy for his second young master was one thing, staying after dark and learning how just how 'happy' his second young master was...heh, that was another thing entirely.

After Lin Yitian laid down Song Jia on the bed, he had to hurry back into his study to grab his laptop. He was managing several companies, so he became busier than before.

Song Jia sat alone on the bed, balling up the bedsheets in her fists, her face pale for some reason.

The whole afternoon, she had laid down on the bed and didn't move. While they were eating dinner, because they ate ice cream for dessert, Song Jia drank several glasses of water to wash away the stickiness on her throat.

Right now...her bladder was full, and she urgently needed to use the toilet. Because she had her pride, Song Jia didn't want to call for Lin Yitian. She was a very independent person. Only if it was her last resort would she ask another person for help.

Cold sweat trickled down Song Jia's forehead. She grabbed the bed post for support, and slowly dragged her paralyzed lower body to stand. Looking at the door to the bathroom that was a couple feet away, Song Jia felt that she could probably make it.

With the use of furniture along the way, Song Jia finally entered the bathroom. She gripped the sink and slowly dragged her feet towards the toilet. Her arms were trembling with the burden of supporting her whole weight, and Song Jia was gritting her teeth from the effort it took.

The bathroom inside Lin Yitian's bedroom was very spacious. For the first time, Song Jia felt that being rich wasn't a good thing.

After she was done with her business, Song Jia once again grabbed the tank of the toilet for support. She pulled up her jeans and was lightly panting by the time she was done.

Song Jia was afraid that Lin Yitian would be back and saw her struggle to walk before she could have a proper talk with him, so Song Jia decided to hurry up while going out.

"Ahh!"

Because of impatience, in a moment of carelessness, she had lost her grip and fell face down on the floor. Song Jia's head ached from the blow. She raised her hand to her forehead, and her fingertips came away coated with blood. Thinking that she only felt a little pain, Song Jia thought that she had probably just gotten a scratch.

"Jia?"

The bathroom door opened.

Lin Yitian didn't return in time to hear her shout, but he heard the loud sound of her body hitting the floor. When he saw the small trickle of blood on Song Jia's forehead, his pupils shrank.

"Jia?!" Lin Yitian hurried forward in panic, cupping her face and turning her head from side to side. Although it only looked like a small scratch, Lin Yitian's heart felt as if it had been squeezed inside his chest at the sight of her blood.

"Yitian, I'm alright...." Song Jia's explanation fell on deaf ears. "I only fell down..."

"You're fine?" Seeing her calm face, Lin Yitian couldn't help but become angry. "Jia, you're bleeding! Do you think you're made of stone? Having a wound like this and you still dare say that your body is alright?"

Coming from Lin Yitian's mouth, it was as if the scratch on her forehead wasn't a small injury but a fatal wound. Song Jia felt bemused listening to him.

He wiped away her blood with a trembling hand, and his voice suddenly became much softer. "Does it hurt?"

Song Jia shook her head. "No."

Seeing the blood he had wiped away, Lin Yitian's face became ugly. "Jia, you're lying! There's so much blood, how could you not be hurt?"

Song Jia looked at the blood that had dried on her fingertips. The blood she saw was just the same amount as what a mosquito drank.

"Is it because you hurt your head that you don't feel any pain?" Lin Yitian was alarmed, and he quickly scooped Song Jia into his arms. He needed to send her to the hospital. "Jia, you must not sleep no matter what!"

He had heard that people with a serious head injury must be kept awake, otherwise they wouldn't be able to wake up.

"Yitian, I'm fine..."

But Song Jia still couldn't persuade Lin Yitian, and soon he woke up Wang Han, who drove them to the hospital. Lin Yitian went straight into the emergency room, ignoring Song Jia's embarrassed protests.

He dragged a doctor to examine her quickly, and his urgency also made the doctor feel that Song Jia had a life-threatening injury. The doctor did a full check-up on her. He even conducted GCS [1] that were usually done for victims of traumatic brain injury, despite only seeing a superficial wound on the patient's forehead.

When the doctor found out that Song Jia scored high for the eye-opening and verbal response, he started to relax. He began to think that the handsome man looking anxiously at them was just too paranoid. They occasionally get cases like this, so the doctor began to think that it was a false alarm.

But when he began the test for motor responsiveness, the doctor realized...the patient seemed unable to move her legs? He tried to apply painful stimulus to her feet, and although Song Jia winced from the pain, her legs stayed completely rigid. In a normal person, they would have already pulled their limbs away, withdrawing from the pain.

"What are you doing?!" Lin Yitian saw that the doctor was hurting Song Jia and immediately pulled away the doctor's hand.

What kind of quack treatment was this? He was only hurting Jia!*

The doctor did not have time to care for this, he only looked at Song Jia with wide eyes. "Miss, this...your legs are paralyzed?"

Song Jia knew she couldn't escape now, and offered the doctor an apologetic smile. "Doctor, could you please give us a few minutes to talk in private? There's something I want to talk about with my fiancé."

The doctor's expression turned stagnant, and he managed to nod his head. He had a vast experience of telling bad news to the patient's relatives, and the expression of this young woman was very familiar to him. It was the expression he wore when he had to face this kind of difficult task.

The nurse pulled the curtains around the bed, giving them privacy. Soon, only Lin Yitian and Song Jia were left.

"Yitian." Glancing at the stiff man standing by her bedside, Song Jia grabbed his hand and made him sit down.

Lin Yitian had not come down to earth yet, only having the doctor's words repeat inside his head again and again. Jia's legs were paralyzed? It was definitely not true! After all, he had seen her walking around just this morning, how could her legs be paralyzed?

Lin Yitian finally returned to himself, and earnestly told Song Jia, "Jia, let's go to another hospital, the doctors here are not good."

"Yitian." Song Jia sighed softly. She really didn't want to do this, but now she didn't know how much time she had left. Today, she could be alive, tomorrow, she could be dead. "What the doctor said was true. My legs are paralyzed. Why do you think I fell down inside the bathroom?"

"Of course, it's because you don't take care of yourself properly!" Lin Yitian scolded her.

This kind of lifelong partner was too unreliable, if she was not with him, she would be injected with a drug, if he left her for only a little bit, she would fall down on the floor.

That's why, he must stay with her at all times, in case she hurt herself again! She didn't even cry when she fell down, making him feel distressed.

If you get sick, would you also keep it to yourself and not come complaining to him?

Lin Yitian felt a bit suffocated. He was her lifelong partner, but it turns out that he was so useless. He always displayed his weak side to her, causing Jia to doubt him. She only took care of him and did not dare to make him take care of her.

"Yitian..." Song Jia was a bit helpless. This man's thoughts, can you not deviate so much? She had a hard time following him.

Song Jia did not delay any longer, if she did, who knows how far in outer-space this man's thoughts would go.

"Yitian, it's not that I didn't take care of myself properly, nor was it because you did anything wrong." Song Jia emphasized this last bit, knowing that he was probably blaming himself now. "It's because this kind of paralysis, it was bound to happen sooner or later in my future. I'm just happy that it had given me a chance to spend enough time with you."

Lin Yitian looked at her, and instinctively knew he didn't want to hear the words that she would say next. He quickly interrupted her, "Jia, let's just go to another..."

Song Jia took a deep breath and cut off his words by placing her fingers against his lips.

"Yitian, listen to me. I have ALS, a fatal neurological disease. My family thinks that I've already recovered, but in fact, I was always sick. The symptoms was just suppressed, that's all. I've been diagnosed for the disease about five years ago, which means that..."

Song Jia met his eyes.

"Yitian, I...probably don't have much time left."

[1] Glasgow Coma Scale