Obsession: Fight for the Billionaire's life

Chapter Twelve

I slammed the door behind me and hurried into my bathroom.

Yes, damn it!

I pulled the sleeve of my shirt down.

You were right!

I raised my arm to my mouth.

Get the hell out of my life. I don't need you to tell me I am not loveable. I know it already!

I bit hard. Harder than I'd done in a long time. I swallowed the pain with the blood. I deserved the pain, all of it. That was all I was good for. To receive pain from being rejected by everyone I cared about.

I slipped to the bathroom floor, weeping.

The sobs came faster and harder. I didn't want to live like this anymore. Why didn't Liam love me? What had I done?

Wasn't I pretty enough? Or smart enough for him?

I knew it couldn't be the autism. I hardly showed any symptoms with him.

Oh, my goodness. What if he thought I was too loose for kissing him the way I did? Or too unprofessional to try to sleep with him when I was supposed to be nursing him?

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! And this time, it was my mother's voice I heard. I was never good enough for her and would never be good enough for Liam.

I laid my head on the cold bathroom tiles and curled up on my side.

I watched the blood trickle down my arm and unto the floor. Self-destructive urge. That's Emilia, the weirdo.

I don't know how long I stayed there, and I wasn't aware of the time, but when I opened my eyes, Liam was on the floor with me.

His hand stroked my hair out of my eyes, tucking in some tendrils behind my hair. I looked up at Liam and saw tears in his eyes.

My eyes went to my bite, and I saw that Liam had cleaned it up.

Shamefully, I pulled my hand behind me and tried to turn away.

Liam shook his head. "Emilia, you don't have to feel this way when you're with me. Don't ever, ever turn away in shame when we are together. You don't need to be ashamed about how you feel."

He pulled my head to his knee, continuing to stroke my hair like a baby.

I sighed and sat up. I knew what it must have taken Liam to come all this way from his bedroom for me. If he could make an effort, so could I. Right?

I could be better for Liam.

I had to be professional and treat him like every other patient. That's all.

Avoiding his eyes, I pulled my sleeve up and opened the door wide. "We have to get you back to bed. It's too cold on this floor."

Liam looked at me, then nodded and stood to his feet. He walked past me back to his room.

When I had tucked him in and could see he was comfortable, I sat at a small writing table near a French window facing a beautiful blooming garden and wrote a long medical list.

I decided I'd go downstairs myself to hand it over to Philip.

Ever stealthy in his mannerism, Philip appeared out of nowhere. I jumped when he said, "May I help you with anything, Doctor Emilia?"

"Yes, Philip. As a matter of fact, you can. I need you to get me everything that is on this list asap. And I also want you to tell me what exactly is going on with your boss. What's the matter with him?"

Philip smoothly removed the paper from my grip and slipped it into his jacket without so much as a blink.

"Gladly, Doctor."

"Please call me Emilia."

"Yes, Ms. Emilia. But I can't say anything about the other because I do not know. We are all worried about Liam, though, and when we heard you were some kind of genius, we hoped you could help him get better."

He bowed and disappeared, leaving me standing on the incredible landing of a beautiful grand mansion whose owner may die soon if I didn't do anything.

I returned to Liam, and after checking that he was comfortable, I asked if he needed anything.

He shook his head, his eyes never moving from me.

I nodded once and asked him if he'd had anything to eat since I had left him earlier.

He shook his head again.

I didn't say anything but turned, left the room, returned with a book, and sat down on a loveseat to read.

"You can come lay down beside me, Emilia."

I shook my head without looking up.

"Come on, Emilia. I want you to."

I sighed and put down the book. "It doesn't matter what you want, Liam. What you or I want hasn't done much to help you feel better. So I'm doing what's best for you from now on."

Liam sighed and leaned back into the pillows. His complexion was looking rosier and I knew a few days of good rest and nutrients would go a long way to make him stronger. Which was precisely what the items on my list would ensure.

It took an hour of enduring Liam's quiet stare and pretending not to be bothered by his amused expression, before Philip quietly knocked on the door and wheeled in an IV holder. He went out and came in with a big box and placed it beside me. He nodded at Liam, then at me, and left the room. Liam's quiet "Thank you, Philip," echoed my own, "Thanks, Philip."

I waited until I was sure Philip wasn't coming back, then I stood up and moved the IV holder close to the bed.

I pulled out the equipment I needed and set it up. I held up Liam's hand and pushed a needle into it. He didn't flinch, so I asked, "Is this okay?"

"The treatment without letting me know what you're doing or the poking me with a needle?" His voice was amused, matching the twinkle in his eyes.

I crossed my arms. "Liam, this is just food I am feeding straight into your body."

I moved over to connect the IV bag to the pole and connect the tube to the needle in Liam's hand.

Our eyes met for the first time since he found me in the bathroom. I could see his affection, which made me relax and smile back.

But I quickly straightened my face and went to sit down and wait for the IV to work.

Half an hour later, Liam was fast asleep, and his even breathing showed that he was simply getting the rest he badly needed.

I called Philip, who brought me a tray of rice and shrimp with a cocktail drink. I was so hungry that I finished the whole dish.

I placed it in the plates elevator, and pressed the button that wheeled it downstairs. A few minutes later, Philip knocked gently and placed another tray on the side table.

I nodded gratefully and ate 3 slices of carrot cake and several pieces of chicken before I heaved a satisfied sigh.

I had put enough drugs in Liam to make him sleep for the next 3 days. I stood up, washed my hands, and inserted the catheter into his body. With the way Liam was going to sleep, he would need this.

I knew that asking him would end up in an argument because men like Liam do not use catheters, so it was easier to just place it while he slept.

I pulled the chair close to him and watched him sleep. I leaned forward and checked his pupils, heart rate, and tongue. Liam would be alright if his body could keep in and use all the nutrients I was feeding him through the IV.

I began to relax and was dozing off when I heard the phone ring.

It was Philip.

"Ms. Emilia. Doctor Robinson has been trying to get a hold of you and asks you to call him back immediately."

I put down the phone, confused. I just got here so why was Dr. Robinson wanting to speak with me?