It'll Come Naturally

During the time that Leena left, everyone seemed to gradually forget her. But in fact, all the people she was close with still knew in their hearts that their love for her never stopped, hoping that one day she would come to her senses and return.

The sun cast its bright light through the room, filtered by the blinds and bathing the room in a soft yellow glow. Patricia sat on the hospital sickbed. Today was the day she would be released from the hospital. She had almost recovered and was allowed to leave the facility that she had stayed in for a few months. Although she still felt a little reluctant to leave, what she truly wanted was the wider skies from the outside. She didn't want to be confined in only a small world.

"Although your feet can walk smoothly, they still haven't returned to their best state. So after you go back home, you should take careful steps when you go back to your usual routines. Remember to not run or participate in strenuous activities. As long as you do some proper rehabilitation exercises, your feet can return to their original state of health," Tom said, holding a plastic blue clipboard as he perused her feet. He said it as best as he could from a doctor's point of view. The reason he reiterated everything carefully was because he knew that Patricia was an active and lively girl, so he was afraid that she'd do something reckless like a wild horse without reins. It was crucial that she took extra care unless she wanted to stay in the hospital again.

"Well, I see. You've told me these things three times already." Patricia's fingers stroked her forehead. And she wondered if every other doctor would be so wordy to their patients, just like him.

"That's because it's the most important thing for you right now. I have to say you'll need more time as well in case you don't take serious care of it." Tom didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. On the contrary, he spoke these words with sheer confidence as a knowledgeable and well meaning doctor.

"Alright, just let me go now! I promise that I will remember everything you said. That okay for you?" Patricia said with finality and shook Tom's hand. She played the vivacious coquette as she was afraid he might actually say that again.

"Has everything been sorted out?" Tom asked. Tom sensed the change in the way Patricia spoke and acted. He thought that he could stop talking about her injuries to her. He decided to change the topic.

"Yes, I have packed up all my things and I'm good to go," Patricia said as she quickly glanced at her belongings. She actually did not have too many things that she brought along for her hospital stay. Besides, she could always wear just the hospital gown when she was in the ward. So it was really easy to pack up her things.

"Are you really so happy to be released from the hospital...?" Tom asked as he looked over her bag and examined it. He was rather displeased to see her so happy to leave. He briefly wondered if she was so eager to escape from his side.

"Of course. You might actually be more eager than me if you get to live in a hospital for so many months. I feel like I have missed out on a lot of things being cooped up in here." Patricia simply said, not noticing his unhappiness. She just answered him happily.

"Well, I need to stay in the hospital everyday," Tom said coldly, feeling slightly bothered by her insensitive words. He said it straightforwardly without considering how she might react. He just thought that she was a really heartless care who didn't stop to think about him. She didn't even bother to pretend that she was reluctant to leave. She had happiness written all over her face.

Patricia rolled her eyes. Tom got angry again. However, she felt wronged at his reaction. Because to her, she was just being honest with her feelings. She really had no idea how she offended him. She just felt that he was a moody man.

Tom walked out of the ward without a word. "Tom, wait for me!" Patricia quickly said. She grimaced in chagrin at Tom's actions. She tried to follow him as fast as she could. But the injury on her feet had not fully recovered yet. She couldn't walk very fast.

Tom turned back when he heard the struggling footsteps. "Do you not remember what I said? Why are you walking so fast? Or do you really not want to recover?" Tom hissed at her in an irritated voice. Strange enough, he was angry when he saw Patricia following him so fast as her injured feet could take her. He gave her an icy stare as if he wanted her to feel he was angry.

"It's because of you, you know. You didn't even wait for me. I just wanted to catch up with you. So I forgot that for a while." Patricia said to him in a small voice. She thought the man was really hard to please. She could never fully read him and it was really hard for her to understand him.

"Don't blame your mistakes on others. That's not a good habit." Tom also did not know why he was saying things in such tone. He always felt that he was a contradicting person. He really wanted to express his love for her but on the other hand, he was always troubled by the fact that she had lost her memories. Therefore, when he wanted to show that he loved her, he would always think about her past. There was something he couldn't quite place about what he felt towards her memory loss. So he would always feel confused. He didn't know how he could adjust such a polarized mentality.

"Well! "I know." Patricia felt she said something wrong again, but she obediently accepted his criticism without saying anything. She suddenly felt chastised in front of him as if she was just like a scolded child. It was true that she occasionally caused troubles carelessly, but she never dared provoke him as he could be indifferent to her. Yes, they were in love now-but she couldn't feel the kind of empathy between lovers.

Tom was an extremely gifted doctor, and many people constantly flattered him. There were also many beautiful and charming women always showing their admiration and vying for his attention. To top that, he was also very handsome in appearance--but most importantly, he had a clean personal life. He was a good man and he had no love affairs. It could be said that he was a rare golden bachelor.

Patricia followed Tom to his car with careful steps. It was her first time to ride in it and she noticed that there was none of that annoyingly strong scent of perfume, and no strands of long hair on the seat that could come from women who rode in the car. Patricia felt that sitting in the car of such a man was refreshing and pleasant.

"Tom, may I ask you umm...a rather personal question?" Patricia sat on the shotgun seat and tilted her head to ask him. She was just a little bit curious to ask him more about his life.

"Since it's a personal question, don't even ask," Tom answered in a brusque voice. He just started the car and drove away. He didn't want to try imagining the type of question she wanted to ask him.00☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐