Chapter 4 པར པ 1 : | ངས ( N 1 .1 : 12 : ཀ ས If it were anyone else , I'd suspect they had ulterior motives . But with Patrick , strangely , I just felt he was a good person deep down . It was truly odd ... In the following days , I rested quietly at the hospital . Fortunately , everything was normal with no side effects . And Patrick visited my room almost daily . First once a day , then twice , until he'd spend nearly all his free time in my ward . I had no family or close friends , so Patrick essentially took care of me . To me , Patrick was practically perfect . Gentle nature , pure heart , humor balanced with chivalry - he anticipated every need of mine as a patient . Gradually , our relationship grew ... complicated . Yet the closer we became , the more puzzled I felt . For instance , Patrick always knew my preferences - some I hadn't even recognized myself . Whenever I asked , he'd just smile faintly and say he guessed . Then there were things he seemed to hide from me . Several times I caught him whispering with my attending physician , though he claimed they discussed other patients . But I distinctly heard my name . Chapter 4 On my discharge day , Patrick and I officially became a couple . Doctors and nurses congratulated us with smiles as they escorted us to the elevator . Back home , while Patrick helped me unpack , he suddenly pressed his ear against my chest , listening to my heartbeat . " What's wrong ? " " Nothing . Just wanted to hear your heart ... to know if you truly love me . " I teased half - jokingly , " What ? Afraid this transplanted heart isn't mine ? That it belongs to another man ? " Patrick stayed silent before finally meeting my eyes solemnly . " I live next door . Tell me immediately if you feel unwell . " " Okay . " I stayed home for a full month . Though ready to return to work earlier , Patrick insisted my heart needed more recovery , making me rest two extra weeks . By our third month together , my heart felt fine - but my mind grew foggy , pierced occasionally by sharp pains as if memories were surfacing . On my day off , I stayed home alone . Patrick was at the hospital as usual . While organizing old belongings , I found a ring in the closet corner . But I had no memory of owning this . Perhaps left by the previous tenant ... As I searched for a storage box , a dull ache throbbed in my skull , blurring 79 29 % Chapter 4 It's her brain . She says it hurts sometimes , just like you thought . " " And I told her what you said to tell her . " I froze , taking in every word . What did that mean ? What had Patrick predicted ? What had he told the doctor to say ? How did he know I'd get headaches ? 97 64 %