"I don't want to go to the hospital." Her lips trembled a little, "Brandan, put me down."
"You now..."
"You say you love me," she looked at him, "but why have you never respected my wishes? My dignity? My awareness? Do they not matter to you? You're always like this, only hearing what you want, never listening to a single word I say. Brandan, what kind of love is this?"
"..."
"I don't want to go to the hospital." Iris looked at him, "I'm fine. Let me out of the car."
Brandan looked at her face, covered in blood, she stared at him with stubbornness in her eyes.
Brandan slowly withdrew his hand, feeling very confused for a moment, watching Iris swiftly open the car door and get out as soon as he let go. He sat alone in the car, slowly pressing his forehead.
He couldn't understand how things became like this.
He almost... once again, almost killed her.
He had promised to treat her well, never to hurt her again, but tonight...
