All Chapters of The Cure Is you: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

°SERENA° “But don’t treat everyone as if they’re beneath you. We’re humans, Adrian. We have emotions too.” I don’t even know why I am saying this; he won’t understand anyway. All he ever does is what he wants. I stumbled to my bed, hugging myself, as his words cut through me again and again. It hurts. It really hurts to know he thought I was like that—someone so vile, so opportunistic. For a split second yesterday, I thought maybe, just maybe, he had a heart too. But today, he proved me utterly wrong. And with his cold dismissal, he buried the fragile hope that had dared to sprout, that had threatened to appear. I should be used to this by now—the accusations, the judgment, the way his eyes harden every time he looks at me. But no amount of time or repetition makes it easier. If anything, it carves deeper, each word and action leaving a scar I can’t quite hide. I thought, even though he doesn’t care about me, at least he respects and understands me. That he sees I am not as des

°SERENA° It’s been three weeks, and as promised, Adrian hasn’t questioned my methods. Well, apart from his occasional jabs—like calling me “half-dead” or “little gold digger”—everything else felt... normal. Maybe even good. If life could just stay this way—steady and uncomplicated—things might actually turn out okay. Three more years to finish my degree, and I’ll finally become the doctor I’ve always dreamed of being, ready to help those in need. But even as I try to focus on the future, there’s a question gnawing at the back of my mind. One I’ve been avoiding because I’m terrified of the answer. Adrian has started moving his fingers, and now and then, even his legs twitch with effort. It’s incredible to witness. He’s been working so hard, pouring his strength into the exercises, along with continuous simulations, and taking the herbal medicine. If things continue like this, it won’t be long until he’s walking again. And while that thought fills me with joy—it really does—there’s

°SERENA° My head is pounding as if someone is hammering nails into my skull, each strike sharper than the last. My skin burns, a suffocating heat coursing through me, like I'm being roasted alive. Am I dead? Is this hell? No... I’m not dead. I’ve been drugged. The realization crashes into me like a tidal wave, sending my heart into overdrive. My eyes snap open, though the world around me spins in nauseating swirls. My vision is blurry, my surroundings unfamiliar. Where am I? The air is heavy, reeking of alcohol and weed. I’m in a wooden house. My stomach churns as fear grips me, cold and suffocating despite the heat radiating off my body. I try to sit up, but my limbs feel weighted down, unresponsive. My hands—why can’t I move my hands? Panic claws at my throat as I realize they’re bound. Tight ropes bite into my wrists, chafing against my skin. I need to find a way to escape. There’s no sound coming from outside. I’m not sure if they’re still here or not. My breathing qu