A Worthy Sacrifice
Elaine reminded him.
"Isadora, I—" Before he could finish, I hung up the phone.
Between Elaine and me, he would never choose me.
…
"What happened to you? When you were discharged last time, you were much better. It hasn't been long, but now your wounds are badly infected." the doctor said angrily as he examined my arm.
I lowered my head in embarrassment and mumbled, "I'm sorry."
It wasn't on purpose. I didn't ask to be burned with scalding water or stomped on with heels. Nonetheless, it didn't matter because it would never happen again.