How Can You Possibly Care About Me?
"No, we wanted this. It was only dragged on by other things,” Deirdre replied flatly. The only thing that
really bugged her was that she had misunderstood Brendan, but her feelings about him did not change.
"We don't like each other."
"Huh? Okay..." Glenna was baffled, but she respected it enough. "So... you're going to leave with
Brendan later?"
"Yes, but I'll be back soon."
"In that case, I'm taking you to the ward first."
Before she could even do what she said she would, Brendan emerged from the door in a coat. His face
was sallow and sickly-it was clear just how ill he had become. He kept coughing, and his eyes were
bloodshot. When he saw Deirdre, his eyes widened a little.
Then, a look of mockery shadowed his face. "Time to go, Sam," he ordered the guard next to him and
ignored Deirdre altogether. He brushed past her.
Deirdre shuddered. Glenna held her hand. "Dee?"
"It's okay." This was well within her expectations, so she was not that shaken up either. "Thanks for
bringing me here, but you should go. I'm going to Neve for the time being and will be returning after my
divorce."
"Um, okay. Give me a call when you're at the airport once you're back, okay? I'll drive you."
Deirdre flashed her friend her usual smile. “Got it."
Seeing Brendan slowly disappearing into the horizon, she widened her eyes, made out the vague
outline of his back, and
followed him into the elevator. The door closed, and heavy silence weighed so much on her that she
almost could not breathe.
Only Brendan's suppressed coughs occasionally broke the silence.
Deirdre moved a little and feigned nonchalance.
"Why are you so dead set on returning to Neve? Didn't you just wake up last night? You should take at
least a few days’ break."
Brendan covered the fatigue in his eyes. "Is that worry I hear?"
Then, before Deirdre could answer him, he shook his head. "No. It's not. How could you possibly care
about me? You hate me to the bones. You wish I would just die already. In fact, you must be
disappointed to see me standing here, awake and alive."
Deirdre cast her eyes down in silence.
"I told you I don't care if you're alive or dead. I'm not going to whine and groan just because you lived,
nor am I going to dance if I hear you're dead.”
"Yeah, because you only care about being with the man you love forever. All you care about is ensuring
I'm not dragging your precious divorce out."
She found herself tongue-tied.
"Don't worry.” Brendan continued. “It's something I've promised to do, so I will do it. I’m rushing out of
the hospital because I want to fulfill my promise for a divorce."
In the past, Deirdre would have answered, "A good choice." But now, she could not even say that. She
could hear his disappointment, his mocking tone aimed at himself.
All of that suddenly made it impossible for her to dunk on him any further. That misunderstanding she
had would not allow her. She parted her lips.
"Brendan-"
The door opened. Brendan strode out of the elevator instantly, and suddenly, the space he left was
filled with a flood of strangers.
Deirdre felt the words stuck in her throat. She shifted her feet and moved out.
Sam was waiting outside the hospital entrance. Seeing her, he approached her and said, ‘TH lead you
to the car."
She nodded. When they arrived, he pulled open the door to the passenger seat.
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