It'll Come Naturally

"Well, you can try. Even if everything is out in the open, I'll get off scot free. That's why I have you," the woman taunted. She was always cloaked in darkness. Even if things went south, Dorothy would take the blame.

Dorothy bit her lower lip, saying nothing more. She had no other choice but to follow the woman's orders. After all, the woman had her career in her hands.

At Renxin Hospital, Tom was in the rehabilitation room with Patricia. Though he turned her down when she had asked him to be her doctor, he'd help her out as much as he could.

"Let's do it again," Tom encouraged. It was the dead of winter, but their faces were covered with sweat.

"Damn it! This isn't helping," Patricia complained, breathlessly. She was totally discouraged, unwilling to move anymore. It was hard work, it was painful, and in her mind it was useless.

"You've only practiced for a couple weeks. It's no secret it's slow. Do you know how long it takes for other people to walk again? Don't give up just like that, okay?" Tom said. He would get angry every time Patricia wanted to give up. But he was not angry at her, but at himself, for he thought he was good for nothing. People called him the genius doctor, but he could do nothing to fix her leg. So the hard work began.

"I can't even move if I don't hold the railings," Patricia said, exhausted. She didn't think she was making a fuss over nothing. She was exhausted, for she had been grinding away for the past couple weeks. However, it all seemed worthless. She was making no progress. No wonder she was so upset right now.

"Well, how about we call it a day? We'll give another go tomorrow," Tom offered. As a doctor, he could understand how Patricia felt. So he wouldn't force her to continue. It would be no good for her if he forced her to go on practicing when she was frustrated.

"Tom, are you mad at me?" Patricia asked, a little embarrassed. During the conversation between Patricia and the nurse taking care of her, Patricia knew Tom was busy every day and had to deal with tons of patients. Sometimes, he even didn't have time to eat. Even so, he still tried his best to see what he could do to help. Patricia was positive now that Tom loved her. Otherwise, why would he be so nice?

"No. Let's go. I'll take you to your ward," Tom said in a soft voice. He swore he wouldn't be angry because of her. He was angry at himself - he was responsible for all this.

"Can you take me to the garden? I'm really bored cooped up in the ward," Patricia asked after some hesitation.

"I'll get the nurse to take you there," Tom said. Though he had already kissed her, he still kept her at arm's length. No wonder Patricia had a bad mood.

"But I want you to take me," Patricia insisted. No matter how cool she used to be, she now became a clingy woman who wanted to be with Tom as much as possible. And it was stopping him from getting his work done.

"There are so many patients waiting for me, and I really need to go now. Just let the nurse take you there. Please." Tom raised his wrist to check the time. He had appointments with other patients, and he couldn't just break the appointments. Moreover, he didn't want other doctors to take over his schedule - they weren't as good as he was.

"Fine! I'll just go back to the ward!" All Patricia wanted was to spend more time with Tom. If he asked the nurse to take her to the garden, then what was the point? She'd rather stay in the ward.

Tom cast a meaningful glance at Patricia and said nothing. Then he pushed her wheelchair, bringing her to the ward. He was silent this whole time, even when helping her out of the chair and back into the bed. "Sorry!" Finally, Tom broke the ice. At last, he realized he knew nothing about women. He didn't understand why Patricia wanted to go to the garden first and then changed her mind. Women were so fickle, he thought. "Why apologize? You make me feel like a spoiled woman," Patricia said with a frown. She really couldn't figure out why she had fallen for him in the first place. Tom was so dull and inarticulate. Why couldn't she see that before?

"Never mind. I have patients I need to see. I'll drop by when I'm done," said Tom. He knew it would take a long time for him to figure out what Patricia was thinking, but he didn't have time for it now. He hoped that she would be a little bit more rational when he got off work. Patricia watched his receding figure and felt sad and dejected. Cool as she was, she was sensitive and fragile in love. Was it right for her to continue this? After all, she had already forgotten him. Would it be better if they broke up? But when she was thinking of leaving Tom once and for all, her heart began to ache, as if a sharp knife had been plunged into it. She shook off the thought and concentrated on how to improve their relationship.