All Chapters of I Married My Grumpy Patient!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Amber!” I heard Moore’s voice as I crumbled to the ground, my heart pounded in my chest and tears stung my eyes. I wasn’t sure why I was so emotional or what emotions I was feeling — I knew it wasn’t love or heartbreak. I never loved James. He had always just been a friend and yes, he was the only one I had pictured a life with — yet at the same time, I was never attracted to him. Maybe it was anger and frustration at the fact that he hurt Alicia. He abused her the same way those girls had abused me while I was younger. I ran my hands over my face and noticed something— no, someone beside me, I turned and saw Moore. He was engrossed in my phone and I watched as his features tightened in horror, my eyes widened and I grabbed it from him, a gasp escaped my lips and my hands covered my mouth. The photos in front of mesent chills down my spine. There were several images of James and Alicia together. Very graphic and suggestive images. “That man is a monster,” Moore commented but I

“Well, it went well,” I let out a sigh of relief as the nurse spoke. Belene squeezed my shoulders for comfort and I caught a glimpse of Moore walking towards us, he had a small bandage on his arm and seemed a little bit weary, but he was great overall. “The transfusion has already begun, their blood types were a match. I’ll leave you secure the procedure.” The nurse explained sharply and left us. Moore smiled at me, I walked into his arms and kissed him. “Thank you,” I spoke sincerely and he grinned. “It’s nothing. It’s the least I could do, you’ve done too much for me,” Moore responded and I let go. “I’ll never be able to repay this,” I whispered and my eyes stung with fresh tears. Moore cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead. “You don’t have to, let’s focus on what’s next.” Moore voiced out. “Ah, yes I agree.” Belene chimed in. “We should not waste any time, You guys, run along and find a registry to get married. I’ll stay with Alicia in the meantime and if anything happens,

Soft laughter broke out from my lips the moment I saw Moore standing beside the car with daisies in his hand. He had a wide on his face and his eyes locked with mine. I paused and allowed myself to enjoy this moment. Tears leaked from my eyes and they were not tears of fear or pain. They were tears of joy. Moore was here, he was standing a few away from me. He was my Husband. I ran my hands through my hair and the cool evening breeze caressed my skin. It felt like a dream come through, almost like an insane illusion that could slip from my fingers at any moment and the moment he opened his arms — I ran toward him with full strength.He caught me and picked me up, I kissed him passionately and he wrapped his arms around my waist, we almost fell but he held me tight, we locked eyes and he chuckled heartily. "This is happening, right? This is happening!" I exclaimed and pulled Moore into another heartfelt kiss. Not just Moore. My husband. My Moore. I hugged him for a few minutes befo

My body ran cold and I glanced around. "Where are you?! Come out, you cowards! Come out and face me!" I sobbed over Moore's bloody body: I cried and forced myself to stand up. My eyes darted around for my cell phone or anything I could use to communicate. Maybe even call 911. Moore could not die on me like this, not right now. I found my phone but horror traced my bones when I realized it was red. "Moore," I placed my bloody hands on his cheeks. "Moore please hang on! Please don't leave me alone, not like this! Please!" I begged and sobbed while holding his body. "Where's your phone, your phone—" I whispered to myself and looked for his phone, it was nowhere to be found, I searched for it for a few more seconds before I found it on the ground, several feet away from us completely distraught. I stared at my husband, He was bleeding from his torso and had been shot in the chest. Moore's breathing was shallow. I could not lose him, I could not lose anyone else. If life wanted to take

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” the doctor spoke when I grabbed my things to leave. Ignore him and sighed.Whomever this person was — they hated me and they wanted to take advantage of the situation, “This isn’t a good idea,” He continued.“What’s that to you?” I spat and locked eyes with the man. “Do you prefer that I just let my husband die then? Should I leave him all alone to die because I refused to face my fears?” I snapped and sighed when he did not offer a response. “Yeah. I thought so too, Doc.” I declared and turned to leave when a nurse came to the cafeteria. “The blood has arrived, it’s a match and the transfusion has started.” She announced and the doctor spared me a glance before he followed the nurse out of the place. My shoulders trembled slightly and bit hard on my lip. I might have looked okay, but deep down I was falling apart. I had waited for this moment — to face A. To find out who the person behind that name was, yet, now that I was so close to finding