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Chapter 5 A Hero's Rebuttal

Word Count: 1111    |    Released on: 30/10/2024

e force. Why couldn't I move my right hand? I t

r. The hospital room was spacious, with large windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The sunli

aked, my voice bare

ied, "You're in the hospita

reeching tires, the impact, the girl I'd pushed

ess washed over me. The nurse rushed to my

y to move. You ha

pped around my head, but now they

her eyes brimming with concern. She rus

e! Are you okay?"

orried about," I reassured her,

ed about? You've been in a coma for three days! If you

situation like this. I knew her threat wasn't empty; she was ca

re," I protested, holding up

s. Three days? How could that be? Yet, as I gazed at my

uttered, feeling restless. The silence was oppressive, and I yearned for a

t crutches. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I persisted.

evator, pressing the button for the first floor. The

loors, and large windows that flooded the space with natural light. Pat

their faces etched with deep lines of love and devotion. They

ise of fresh air and serenity. As I stepped outside, the

seep into my bones. The garden's peaceful ambiance env

ime in weeks, I

tire a stark contrast to the serene garden surroundings. She carried a sleek

s?" she asked, her vo

. Is there a problem?" My eyes

problem, Mr. Williams," she said, her tone measured. "Miss Mia, the lad

ebrow, skeptic

ses and a mild concussion, she's willing to cover your hospital bills

s economical. The paper seemed to weigh heavy in

echoed, incredulous. "You

led. Instead of a heartfelt thank you from M

ing someone's life, putting mine at risk, and this was

dable. "It's in your best interest, Mr. Wil

red what lay beneath Mia's decision to send

mpled in my hand, I tore it into tiny pieces, the paper shredding like my dignity

y myself, grasping the IV pole for support. My legs

signing any agreement. I don't need her money." Emm

res, she'll come herself and thank me for saving her lif

, her lips compressi

ward, my IV pole wobbling like a fashion model's unsteady heel. My

ed. My grand exit had devolv

oice trailed behind me, "Mr.

care? I saved her life, and this is the thanks I get

ch before me like a gauntlet, but I s

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