Chapter 200
Nathan was originally listening to Katniss and me confiding in each other, and couldn't help but feel a little foolish. Perhaps it was the first time he heard Katniss recounting the story between us. Nathan listened with anticipation, knowing that Katniss was trying to stimulate me out of my coma. Now, as he suddenly looked back at Katniss, with a hint of unclear thoughts in her eyes, Nathan was taken aback, feeling inexplicably nervous, and I felt the same way.
Because I still remember how Nathan woke up in the first place. It was Katniss who used both verbal and sexual stimulation to bring him back. Could it be that Katniss wants to use the same method to stimulate me through Nathan? Or could it be that she wants to have sex with Nathan in front of my sickbed to stimulate me? At this moment, I couldn't help but have some evil thoughts.
"Honey, I've told you so much, and you've been in a coma for so many days. It seems like you really want to die, to not live anymore. But I just hope you're not that silly. I'm not worth you dying for, really. As long as you wake up, I can allow you to do anything. You can find a lover to get back at me, you can keep a mistress. As long as you want, we're not lacking financially, you can find a sister for me, and I won't cheat again in the future, really. Even if you want to divorce me, I'll agree. As long as you're willing, I can be a maid and servant in your house, taking care of the children, doing laundry and cooking, as long as I can see you every day, I'll be content, I'm willing to spend my whole life making it up to you." After looking at Nathan for a while, Katniss couldn't help but lower her head in contemplation, and continued speaking.
Looking at Katniss's expression, I knew she was speaking from the heart. She hoped that when I woke up, I could also freely have affairs to get back at her, to find psychological balance. She wouldn't restrain me anymore, just focus on managing the household. Katniss was still helping me wipe my body, but I felt no response in my hands. She seemed a bit anxious and desperate, and as I listened to Katniss's words, I continued to try to merge back into my body.
"Think about it, if you die, what will I do? I can't possibly be a widow for you. You're too weak, you haven't faced any consequences, while you're so innocent, yet bearing such a heavy price. With my looks, I can easily find another man, really, I'm not bluffing." After a moment of contemplation, Katniss couldn't help but change her tone, her words becoming sharper, seemingly using words to provoke my cowardice in seeking death.
"Think about it, even if not for others, you should think about Simon. If you die, what will happen to Simon? He will be a fatherless child. Your father is so old, after you pass away, if I remarry, and Nathan can only take care of Simon for so long, Simon will become a parentless child by then, probably not much better off than an orphan. Don't think I wouldn't have the heart to abandon Simon. I can say it, and I can do it. If you die, everything for me will be meaningless, why would I stay in your home?" Katniss seemed desperate, her tone becoming heavier, as if she was blaming, as if she was resenting me for leaving everything behind to seek death. Overall, I felt Katniss's demeanor didn't seem like she was lying, but of course, I didn't know her true thoughts at that moment.
Yes, Simon, my son. I couldn't help but recall when Simon was born, the times I helped Katniss prepare formula, change diapers, and teach him to roll over, to walk with a walker, and eventually walk on his own, the first time he called me "dad." I imagined the possible hardships Simon might face if I died, and my desire to live and unwillingness reached its peak.
Thinking about all this, I suddenly felt a pulling force, and then my soul was forcibly pulled back into my body. At this moment, I felt my soul completely merging with my body, but I couldn't open my eyes, couldn't move my fingers and toes. When I felt the pulling force, I couldn't help but feel a hint of joy, but now I realized that although I had returned to my body, I couldn't move or wake up. I had become stiff like a puppet. The initial joy turned into anxiety.
I felt like a free person suddenly imprisoned, constantly trying to break free from the restraints, but everything was in vain. Was my soul going to die along with my body?
"Speaking of Simon, if you die, I should take care of your father, take Simon and Nathan away from here, to a place where no one knows us. Nathan won't marry Jennifer, I'll take him to a place where no one knows us, raise Simon together, and then I'll marry Nathan. After all, even in a strange environment, I need a complete family to avoid rumors. Then, I can enjoy the most beautiful life, have the happiest happiness, the most perfect lovemaking." Katniss whispered in my ear as if casting a spell, especially when she mentioned a happy life and perfect lovemaking.
No, Katniss was saying these things to provoke me. Katniss wasn't sincere in saying these things, she was definitely lying to provoke me. If it were just now, in my soul state, I could see Katniss's expression clearly and guess the truth behind her words. But now, I could only hear, unable to see any of Katniss's expressions, and her tone sounded genuine. I couldn't help but feel uncertain, and the anger that had been suppressed in my heart rose again.
"You don't know what it feels like for a woman to need real lovemaking, only Nathan can truly satisfy me. Thank you for fulfilling me and Nathan by dying, we can finally be together openly. Come, feel it, these are the hands of me and Nathan holding together." Katniss continued, and at that moment, I felt my hand being lifted, then placed in two warm hands. I could feel that these were two different pairs of hands, one large and rough, the other small and delicate, with very smooth skin. Needless to say, these were Nathan's and Katniss's hands.
Feeling the two hands, my mental struggle intensified. If my body could move at this moment, I would have jumped out of bed long ago, wanting to shout out loud, to vent all the pent-up frustration and anger. But I found that I couldn't make any sound from my throat. I could only emit a faint groan, which sounded so clear in the ambiguous hospital room, even to my own ears. Finally, I could speak and make sounds. At the same time, I tried to move my hands and feet, realizing that I could only move my fingers and toes now, but it was still a huge improvement.
At that moment, I suddenly heard Katniss, who had been entangled with Nathan, let out a scream, almost at the same time I groaned and moved my hands and feet. This was followed by the sound of hurried footsteps nearby. Then, I heard the sound of a medical alarm being pressed.
My ears kept echoing with my own groans, and then I heard no other sounds. Just as my soul returned to my body, and the emotions stirred up by Katniss and Nathan's stimulation, I was too exhausted. Unconsciously, I couldn't hear Katniss's voice anymore, as if I had fallen back into a coma.
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