[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 81: I’m not crazy!

Elijah’s pov ;

As I stood in the hospital room, the familiar scent of disinfectant and antiseptic filling my nostrils, I carefully sliced up pieces of fruit onto a plate. Suddenly, I heard a soft rustling from the bed behind me. Turning, my heart leaped at the sight of Ash waking up, a smile immediately lighting up his face when his eyes landed on me. He extended his hands towards me with sleepy eyes and morning hair, and I couldn’t help but grin widely.

With excitement bubbling inside me, I set aside the plate and rushed to his side, enveloping him in a warm hug before planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

I didn’t sleep the whole night and stayed by his side to make sure he was alright and wouldn’t wake up due to any nightmares. However, no matter how tired I was feeling, it all seemed to go away at the sight of his smile now. His happiness could vanish all my exhaustion.

A nurse came into the room with a tray of breakfast, and I took it from her with a grateful nod. Sitting beside Ash on the bed, I began to feed him spoonfuls of oatmeal and pieces of fresh fruit, cherishing how adorable he looked right now.

"Why does the sky look bluer from this window?" he asked suddenly, his eyes wide with curiosity as he looked outside the window.

I chuckled softly at his question, finding his innocence and curiosity deeply endearing. "Maybe because you make everything brighter, love."

He giggled in response, taking another bite of fruit from my outstretched hand. Observing him closely, my heart swelled with affection for this remarkable person who had captured my heart. I wish I could grab him and put it into my pocket or just hide in my heart so that no one could hurt him.

Despite our current circumstances in a hospital room surrounded by illness and tension, he still managed to bring joy into every moment.

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As the afternoon sun filtered gently through the windows, I decided it was time for us to take a walk outside in the hospital park. The doctor had mentioned that walking would help Ash recover faster. Hand in hand, we strolled through the peaceful park, basking in the warmth of the sun and the sweet melodies of kids playing. With Ash by my side, even a simple walk became a treasured memory to hold onto forever.

When his legs got tired from walking, I quickly scanned the park for an empty bench. Spotting one, I guided him over and eased him down onto the smooth wooden surface. Sitting next to him, I couldn’t help but scoot closer, almost afraid to be even an inch away from him. It was as if I had been blind to his beauty and gentleness before, but now it was all I could see. Regret gnawed at me for all the I had wasted without loving him, all the moments that passed when I should have been adoring this amazing soul.

My love leaned against me, his head resting on my shoulder as he looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes. "When can we go home, Elijah?" His voice was soft and childlike, tugging at my heartstrings.

Relief that he was safe and smiling again, but also anxiety for the conversation that lay ahead.

Taking a deep breath, I knew I needed to address the important matter at hand. "Ash," I began gently, "we need to discuss something."

Suspicion and confusion etched across his face as he furrowed his brows. "What are you talking about?"

Gently placing a hand on his wrist so that he doesn’t pull away, I spoke slowly and carefully. "You need to stay in the hospital for a little while longer. But don’t worry, I’ve arranged for you to have a private room where you’ll be comfortable and safe."

Shock widened his eyes as fear crept into his expression. He became alert and he narrowed his eyes on me making me gulp in nervousness. "Why? I just fainted. It wasn’t serious. Why do I need to stay longer?"

With a heavy heart, I explained the doctor’s concerns and the importance of monitoring him closely. But his face fell, and I could see the fear and disappointment in his eyes.

My gaze bore into his, my heart aching with genuine concern and sincerity. "Ash, it’s not just about the fainting. There are things that are scaring you, causing you to have these episodes. We need to understand what’s happening so we can help you get better."

His eyes turned dark, and before I could speak another word, he forcefully pulled his hand away from mine and stood up, his face contorted with both anger and pain. His voice trembled as he raised it in an outburst of emotion. "What are you saying? That I’m crazy?" The surrounding crowd began to take notice, but I couldn’t tear my attention away from Ash.

"Ash, love please, calm down," I pleaded softly, standing up and slowly approaching him.

But he pushed me away, his eyes blazing with fury. "I simply fainted! That doesn’t make me crazy! I don’t need to be here!"

My heart ached at seeing him like this, consumed by bitterness and pain. "Listen to me, sweetheart," I implored, holding my hands out in a non-threatening gesture. "This isn’t about being crazy. And I’m not saying you are mad at all. It’s about getting the necessary help for your well-being. There are unresolved traumas from your past that need to be addressed for you to heal and move forward. I love you and only want to see you healthy and happy."

But his anger continued to consume him, pushing me further away as he yelled out his frustration. "Why can’t you understand? I don’t need any of this! I don’t need to stay here! No! No! NO! I want to leave! Elijah, you said you would not force me to stay at a hospital again! So, why are you doing this?!"