His Destructive, Toxic Love

He quietly picked up the mask he'd just taken off, ready to put it back on, when Eliza snatched it away. "Casper, are you even listening to me? I'm not judging you. I just think... you could be so much more. Why not go for it?"

He didn't say a word, just stared blankly into space, lost in his own thoughts.

She gently held his face, making him meet her gaze. "Weren't you always so proud? Always thinking no one was on your level? Casper, where's that spark? How can you be that person if you don't heal? What woman would want to look at you like this?" "You wouldn't, would you?" His eyes, full of sadness, seemed ready to break.

Eliza: ...

Could Casper really be this vulnerable?

No, no, she must be dreaming.

"Is that what I meant? What I meant was..."

"Forget it." He lifted her off his lap and gently set her down, standing up to leave.

Eliza quickly followed him. "Why do you always get it wrong? What I meant was... you should really take care of those wounds. Are those scars really that appealing?"

"I know they're not. No need to point it out." He pushed past her and walked out.

Eliza: ...

Did she say something wrong?

Or was he just really sensitive now?

Maybe she should've been more gentle.

"Casper..." She jogged after him, stopping him in his tracks. "...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. What I meant is..."

"I get it."

"No, you don't. What I meant was..." Eliza started to explain.

He pushed her away again, his expression much colder. "I'm tired. I need some rest."

Eliza: ...

Was he mad?

That wasn't her intention.

Even without a lover or friends, shouldn't someone still strive to be their best self?

Back in her room, Eliza mulled it over and decided to call Dr. Caleb.

When Caleb picked up, he sounded a bit surprised and confused. "Sis?"

"Dr. Caleb, I need to ask you something." Eliza's tone was serious and determined.

Caleb immediately straightened up, respectful. "What's up, sis? Why so serious?" "Have you seen Casper?"

Caleb was puzzled by the question.

After thinking it over, he figured it out. Eliza must've seen Casper.

"Sis, you've met my brother?"

"His face... you've seen it, right?" she pressed.

Caleb hadn't actually seen face, but

the had seen photos of t belongs to en. & Mene

burns and heard from Dillon that things weren't looking good.

Without timely treatment, recovery would be harder.

Even after a couple of years, the outlook might not be that great.

"Sis, what do you want to know?"

"His face... is there still a chance to treat it?"

The face is what people notice first.

If they could fix his face, he might be more willing to tackle the rest of his recovery.

Caleb had been hunting for experts and cutting-edge treatments in this area.

But it all hinged on Casper's willingness.

If Casper wasn't up for it, having the best doctors wouldn't make a difference.

"Sis, my brother's injuries aren't the real issue If he agrees to treatment,

it Won't even take a

years, but it's him.

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"Can you find a specialist or doctor who's really good at this?" Eliza needed a clear and confident answer.

Caleb replied, "Absolutely, but the key is..."

Eliza understood his hesitation.

Convincing Casper to accept treatment was her task.

"I'll handle Casper. Please sort out

the

br treatment, and once my

s healed, I'll make sure

properly thanks you."