Locked in the Room During an Allergy Attack Because I Couldn’t Speak Chapter 07

Locked in the Room During an Allergy Attack Because I Couldn’t Speak Chapter 07

After the nurse asked Slade to leave, he didn’t try to force his way back in.

The next morning, the nurse came to change my wristband.

She glanced at my bedside card and paused.

“Tierney. You’re being moved to a private room.”

I was drinking water. My hand stopped.

The nurse explained. “Someone upgraded your room. The fees are already covered.”

The woman in the next bed overheard and smiled. A private room’s better. Quiet. Good for your

voice.”

She handed me the hot water she’d filled for me the day before.

“I tested the temperature. You can drink this one.”

I looked at the water. My phone stayed lit in my palm for a long time.

I typed one sentence: [I don’t want to move.]

The nurse hesitated. “The paperwork’s already processed. Your old bed’s been reassigned.”

I froze. The woman in the next bed and I had just gotten used to looking out for each other.

I turned and saw him at the end of the hallway.

Slade stood there. He was still holding the payment receipt.

He stepped forward when he saw me.

I handed my phone to the nurse: [Please ask him to cancel it.]

The nurse went over and told him. Slade was quiet for a few seconds. Then he went back to the

admin desk to cancel it.

But my old bed was already taken.

In the end, they moved me to the private room anyway.

It was so quiet.

I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the empty visitor chair.

My phone buzzed.

Slade: [I just wanted you to rest better.]

I texted back: [You always do this. You never ask if want it.]

No reply for a long time.

That afternoon, he had the nurse bring in a box.

My old recording equipment.

The microphone had been wiped clean. The cables were neatly rewound.

A USB drive was tucked under the box.

The label read: [Only Singing for You]

It was the love song I’d recorded for Slade.

The one Tansy grabbed the mic and sang with him at the party.

My fingers brushed the USB drive. My throat clenched.

During rehab, the doctor asked me to make short sounds.

I inhaled. My vocal cords seized.

Pain shot from my throat all the way to the back of my ears.

I grabbed the table. My vision went dark for a second.

The doctor stopped immediately. “No more today.”

The nurse helped me into a chair.

Slade stood in the doorway. His face was pale.

The doctor saw the box in his hands. His voice turned cold.

“I told you the patient can’t handle emotional stress right now.”

“She needs stability. What were you thinking, bringing her things from the past?”

Slade’s lips moved.

“I’m just trying to make things right.”

Before the door closed, I heard the nurse hand the box back to him.

“Miss Vance said she doesn’t want it.”

The hallway was silent for a long time.

The next day, he didn’t send anything.

He just stood at the end of the hallway. Waiting.

He didn’t come closer. He didn’t say anything.

When the nurse wheeled me to the nebulizer room, he stepped aside to let me pass.

As I went by, I heard him say quietly, “I won’t bother you. Take your time getting better.”

“I’ll always be here.”

In the nebulizer room, the nurse fitted the mask over my face.

The mist rose slowly. I closed my eyes. My phone buzzed.

Tansy sent a screenshot.

It was Slade’s payment record for my hospital fees

Tansy: [Tierney. You’ve treated him like this and he’s still spending money on you.]

[How much longer are you going to punish him?]

I looked at it for two seconds. I blocked that number.

Half an hour later, a new message came from an unknown number:

[You just want to see me lose, don’t you?]

[Fine. You win.]

[But don’t forget. You were the one who brought me into his life.]

I stared at the words. The mist in my throat turned cold.

The nurse asked, “Are you okay?”

I shook my head and turned my phone over.

Outside the window, the sky was getting dark.

Slade was still standing in the hallway.

Tansy’s messages kept coming, one after another.

And I finally understood.

Until I could say it myself, she would never stop speaking for me.