Chapter 850 What Should I Do?
Wait? Why did he ask her to wait? Who was that man anyway?
He must be on her side, for him to ask to wait in broad daylight. She had no one else apart from Stella. Could it be one of Stella's men?
She couldn't leave if he was Stella's men. She didn't want Sean and Jasper to start fighting because of her.
"Couldn't you walk a little faster? I'm already walking so slowly," Sean said unhappily.
Eli was a little annoyed. "Just walk at your own pace. I'll still be able to follow you. I'll just run if I can't catch up."
Sean's eyes sank as he locked his eyes on her. His gaze was inscrutable.
Eli let out a sigh and walked towards him.
"You really do have a temper," Sean said in a low voice.
"I've always been like this," Eli replied. She was not afraid of offending him. Heck, she wasn't even afraid of death herself.
Sean stopped talking. He turned around and continued walking. Eli followed him, keeping a distance behind. Soon, they entered the research room.
The researchers started measuring and taking various pictures of her left arm. They then noted down the color of her skin while she sat on a machine.
"I'm going to stimulate your nerves in a bit. Tell us how it feels," one of the researchers said.
Eli nodded. Seeing that they had stuck all sorts of chips on her arm, she guessed that it must be connected with electricity.
The sound of the electricity surging through her flesh could be heard.
Eli screamed.
It was so painful that it felt like a knife was scraping against her flesh and blood. "Stop, it hurts."
The researchers did not stop. They even increased the voltage. She was in so much pain that tears started blurring her vision. Yet, she pressed her lips tightly trying hard not to make a sound.
She was wondering why Sean was kind enough to get a prosthetic limb for her. It turned out that he was just using a different method to torture her.
When the pain became unbearable, cold sweat started pouring out from her temples. Her eyes became bloodshot and even her scalp was in pain now. She couldn't take it anymore and passed out.
"Stop," Sean shouted with concern.
"But, if we don't stimulate her, we won't be able to connect her stub with the artificial limb," the researcher replied.
"But she has already fainted. Are you still going to continue with it?" Sean frowned and asked.
"She only needs to be stimulated for about ten minutes a day. There's only a minute left. If we stop now, then our previous efforts would have been in vain," he replied as he continued to increase the voltage.
Eli was jolted awake by the pain. She glanced at Sean, who was standing silently next to her and passed out once again.
Perhaps, her soul had left her body. She saw her father busy working in the hospital while she was holding Stella in her arms. Everything was beautiful and peaceful.
They then went home for a meal together. Her mother was cooking in the kitchen. She looked as kind and gentle as ever. She came over with Eli's favorite dish; roast chicken with potatoes. Hot steam wafted up to her nose. She took a bite and it tasted so delicious.
"Eli, Eli, Eli! "
She heard a man calling her name. She ignored it, but she felt a hard shove. She opened her eyes instantly and saw a white ceiling.
It turned out to be a dream. She didn't know when she had returned to the room, but it was already dark outside.
"You slept for a long time," Sean said in a low voice.
Did she not have the freedom to sleep?
Eli looked at him. "I want to sleep a little longer."
"You haven't had anything since breakfast. You've been sleeping almost the entire day. You should sleep after dinner," Sean said.
"Is this also an order?" Eli didn't want to get up.
"Yes," Sean answered with certainty.
"I see. Could I go to bed after dinner then?" Eli frowned and asked. Her arm stub felt a subtle pain.
"Yes."
Eli propped herself up with her left arm.
Sean noticed her weak expression. "It always hurts the most in the beginning. Hold on, don't give up. I'll ask someone to send dinner to your room later."
Eli didn't even bother to say thank you. After all, he was forcing her to do something she didn't want to.
After a while, Reuben brought dinner. She and Sean each had a portion.
She had crab risotto, mushroom soup, and carrot cake.
She felt like throwing up at the smell of the crabs. She held back the urge and sipped a mouthful of the mushroom soup. Her stomach was churning violently. She pushed the food aside and said, "I don't want to eat it."
Sean looked at her worriedly. "You haven't had lunch. Don't you want dinner?"
"I want to sleep," Eli said weakly.
"You must eat it. This is an order. You used to be able to eat an entire plate of crab risotto on your own. Eat the risotto," Sean said overbearingly.
Eli chuckled.
She had no freedom of speech, movement, let alone the freedom to eat or drink or to wear what she wanted to.
Day by day, she seemed to be losing more hope.
She took a bite and forced herself to swallow it. Her chest was burning. Unable to hold back the nauseousness, she turned around and started throwing up on the ground.
She hadn't eaten much, so her vomit was practically stomach acid.
Sean thought that she was putting on an act at first. Realizing that she was actually throwing up, he started panicking. "How could this happen? Doctor! Doctor! "
Reuben became anxious. Seeing that the doctor did not come in, he immediately went out and shouted.
Sean patted Eli's back. He was so nervous to the extend that beads of sweat started forming on his forehead.
Eli became drowsy after she was done throwing up, and she slowly held her breath. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, then she closed her eyes and passed out.
Sean looked at her pale face and dialed the phone angrily. He asked, "Is the treatment supposed to make her throw up?"
"Usually no, but it might happen under special circumstances," the researcher replied.
"How am I supposed to deal with it then? I brought her here to get treated, not for her to suffer. How do I make sure she doesn't throw up again? Why does she not have an appetite?" Sean asked a bullet of questions all at once.
"It's normal. If she doesn't get used to it, I'll suggest that she comes here twice a week, that's the minimum."
Sean hung up the phone with irritation.
Reuben soon came over with the doctor in the villa.
The doctor lifted Eli's eyelids, examined her tongue, felt her pulse, and checked her thoroughly.
"How is she?" Sean asked with concern.
"Mr. Reuben has filled me in. It may be a side effect of the treatment, but she also seems to be suffering from anorexia," the doctor said nervously.
"Anorexia? That's impossible, she loves to eat. How could she suddenly develop anorexia?" Sean said in disbelief.
"I suggest you take her for a full-body check-up, Mr. Yaleman. And maybe also a visit to the psychologist."
Sean looked at Eli, his heart in turmoil. "You may leave now."
Reuben walked forward, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Miss Wayne was locked up in the cave for almost three days. She didn't even drink a sip of water. Then, she was in a coma, so she didn't drink water then either. She barely ate at all, too. I think that she should recuperate her body before going for further treatment, otherwise, she won't be able to handle it. My friend said that the treatment is very painful, no less than chemotherapy. Since she's in a coma now, it would be good if she could get an IV drip."
"Reuben, what do you think I should do?" Sean asked softly.
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