All of a sudden, the door flew open, and Elaine came rushing over in tears.
She kneeled in front of my bed and bowed, saying, “I’m so sorry, Belle! It’s all my fault! I had no clue the door to the cold storage would lock by itself. I was just desperate to get a chance to prove myself. I didn’t want to be considered an airhead anymore.”
She grabbed my hand and started slapping herself with it. Even more tears streamed down her face as she declared, “Go ahead and hit me! I won’t be able to live with my guilt otherwise. You can even lock me in the cold storage if that makes you feel better.”
Elaine was gripping my wound. Her nails dug deep into my flesh, and the pain made me push her away. She immediately stumbled backward, but Cameron and Ian both grabbed her before she fell to the floor.
Being quick to anger, Cameron immediately rebuked me, “I already told you that Elaine didn’t do it on purpose! What more do you want? You’re fine, aren’t you?”
Even Ian was eyeing me coldly as he declared, “You’ve gone too far this time, Belle.”
Covering her face, Elaine started running out of the room, declaring, “I’ll lock myself in the cold storage right now. I’ll do whatever it takes to appease Belle.”
Panicked, Cameron and Ian ran after her. In the process, they ended up knocking the IV drip off of me, and the liquid dripped onto the floor instead.
As I stared at my blood filling the tube, I felt my heart turning to stone.
