Chapter 142: Foreseeing
Finally done with my meal, I dropped the bowl with a sigh of relief and got ready to head home. But then Daniel stopped me, "Jane, you coming back tomorrow? I want you to come."
His voice was all soft and weak.
It wasn't a big ask, but man, it was annoying.
That day, I had made it crystal clear to Brad how I felt, but Daniel just wouldn't let it go. How could I not be ticked off?
Brad suddenly lost it and yelled, "Daniel, don't push it."
Daniel didn't say a word, just kept staring at me like I was the only thing in his world.
It was that same annoying feeling all over again.
I couldn't figure out what his deal was. Why, after Zoe hurt him, was he clinging to me? If he really liked me like he said, then flip-flopping between two women was just gross.
I wanted to just walk out and never see him again.
Emma tucked him in and casually said, "Of course she'll come. We live so close, Jane will definitely come to see you."
"I ain't feeding you anymore, Daniel. Your life is yours; if you don't want it, no one else can help you. Emma, with today's medical tech, if he keeps this up, just take him to the hospital. I can feed him, but I can't save his life."
Brad followed me home and plopped down on the couch, clearly upset.
He hugged me, kinda hesitantly.
I didn't push him away.
His hug was tight, almost hurt. But I didn't say anything 'cause I knew how much Brad had put into this and how worried he was.
Daniel's crazy behavior was messing with everyone's mood.
"Brad, I'm not changing my mind." To calm Brad down, I decided to be straight up and show my true feelings, give him some peace of mind.
Brad kissed my forehead gently.
"Jane, you're mine. No one can take you away, no one."
Maybe from that moment, Brad already had a clue about what Daniel was gonna do next.
But I was so wrapped up in Brad that I couldn't see his worries. When things really went down, my panic, anger, and pain almost broke me.
"Brad, don't worry. No matter who tries to take me away, I'll come back to you. I just wanna be with you for the rest of my life."
Daniel's earlier antics had Brad all wound up.
I softly comforted him for a long time until he finally chilled out.
"I'll have a good talk with Daniel," Brad said.
Brad went back, and I lay in bed alone, unable to sleep.
I didn't know how Brad and Daniel talked or what Daniel's attitude was, but I thought Brad had already sorted things out with Daniel.
'Cause for the next four days, Daniel didn't bug me.
On the fifth morning, before dawn, I vaguely heard crying and shouting, sometimes close, sometimes far, not very clear. I thought I was dreaming and pulled the blanket over my head, planning to catch some more Z's.
Helen suddenly burst into my room and yanked off my blanket. "Jane, get up, quick!"
Helen, usually all calm and classy, now had wild hair and a face full of panic, like something really bad had gone down.
"What’s up, Helen?" My heart was racing.
"Daniel, he's in bad shape. Emma called an ambulance. You gotta get up, and we'll go see if we can help."
No time to think, I just threw on some clothes in a hurry.
I didn't really like Daniel; honestly, I often couldn't stand him. But I never thought he'd be on death's door.
The ambulance showed up, and after some emergency treatment, the docs loaded an unconscious Daniel onto it. Emma was crying, and Helen hopped in with her.
Brad drove, with Hugh and me following the ambulance. Ronan had something at school and couldn't come.
The ambulance sped to the hospital, where nurses were already waiting to rush him into the ER.
Emma sat on a waiting chair, crying her eyes out, with Helen trying to comfort her. Hugh, being a guy, was holding it together better but still looked worried.
Brad leaned against the wall, staring at the white wall opposite, lost in thought.
I quietly walked over and held Brad's cold hand.
Brad put his arm around me and gently kissed my forehead, "Baby, I thought I had lost my brother."
My heart ached. No matter how calm Brad tried to be, how could he not be worried?
I actually felt a bit guilty. If I had gone to feed Daniel every day, maybe he wouldn't be in the ER now, and Brad wouldn't be so stressed.
"I'm sorry, Brad. I was too selfish."
"It's not your fault; it's his own issue. I might need to spend more time taking care of Daniel. You take care of yourself and don't make me worry."
"I'll be good."
When Daniel was wheeled out of the ER, he was already awake.
We all went with him to the ward.
Daniel's eyes were unfocused, not reacting to anything anyone said.
Brad left the ward to talk to the doc about Daniel's condition. I didn't like the heavy vibe in the ward, so I followed Brad.
"The patient hasn't been eating regularly for a long time, leading to excessive hunger and fainting. This isn't a big issue; just get him some food and vitamins, he will recover quickly."
"Doc, why won't he ever talk? Sometimes, it feels like he's shut himself off from the world."
"This is also our concern. I suspect he has severe depression. His extreme behavior and mood swings are classic signs. But don't worry too much; I've already scheduled a consultation with psychiatrists and psychologists. They'll figure out the best way to help him."
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