Chapter 39: Self-Harms of Elsa
Luke's eyes darkened. He took a step back, and with a sudden kick, he pushed the door open inward.
Elsa's place was small, and as the door swung open, it revealed her bedroom.
The bathroom was on the left side of the entrance, and a strong smell of blood seeped out from under the door. Luke was shocked and kicked open the bathroom door.
A shocking sight! Luke almost stumbled to the ground.
On the bathroom floor, the water from the shower head mixed with blood, flowing everywhere.
Elsa squatted under the shower head. Her expression was numb as she looked up at him. Her right hand gripped a knife, and her left arm was already slashed into a gruesome mess.
Dozens of cuts crisscrossed her slender arm, the deepest of which revealed bone.
"Elsa, are you sick?" Luke rushed over, snatched the knife, and threw it far away.
He grabbed a towel to press against her wounds, which quickly stained red with blood, also staining his hand.
"Why are you cutting yourself? Are you sick?" If Luke had been a moment later, would Elsa have cut her artery?
Luke closed his eyes, afraid to think further.
"Max, help!" He dialed Max's number, trembling as he held Elsa's left arm tightly. He had never been so scared in his life.
Elsa just stared at him blankly as if he was a stranger.
"Elsa, do you know me? Who am I?" Luke's right arm was injured, so he held her close with his left hand, trembling as he spoke.
"Husband, my husband," Elsa said woodenly. It was what they had said two days ago, and she remembered.
But the way she looked now, she seemed like a complete stranger.
Max arrived quickly, and the ambulance from Valley of Hope Hospital also rushed to the scene. Luke anxiously carried Elsa into the ambulance, watching as the medical staff quickly stopped her bleeding and bandaged her wounds.
"Don't hurt her." Luke couldn't contain his sadness as he watched Elsa furrow her brow.
"Would hurting her be as painful as cutting herself with these knives? What kind of husband would made his wife self-harm like this?" The medical staff assumed that the two couple were quarreling, so their tone toward Luke turned harsh.
Luke, however, paid no attention to their attitude and simply held Elsa's hand carefully.
"If it hurts, squeeze my hand tightly, okay?" He leaned in, speaking softly
Elsa just stared blankly ahead, unresponsive.
At the hospital, Karida, who had been sleeping at home, was quickly called back. She had been wanting to continue sleeping so he cursed Luke in her heart. But seeing Elsa's arm shocked her awake even more.
"What happened? Did you two fight?" Karida asked tentatively.
"She self-harmed." Luke was still a bit scared, unable to shake the image of bursting into the bathroom from his mind.
Karida looked at the two in silence. She had always found Elsa charming, but she was indeed more troublesome than most women.
"Hurry up." Luke urged with rough voice.
Karida then changed into her clothes.
"Some wounds need stitches," Karida said.
Elsa's arm was so badly cut that there was no good place to inject anesthesia for stitching.
"Can she endure it without anesthesia?" Luke immediately refused. She was so fragile, how could they stitch her up without anesthesia?
But Elsa nodded blankly.
"Hold her tight." Without hesitation, Karida quickly instructed Luke.
So Luke held Elsa on his lap, embracing her tightly.
As the needle pierced her skin, Elsa trembled violently but did not scream.
"It's okay. If it hurts, just scream, okay?" Luke was very flustered, leaning unusually in close to whisper to her, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.
Karida remained calm, but Max seemed a bit uneasy.
'The boss is completely captivated by this woman,' Max thought.
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