"It's her again. Didn't she just left the hospital three days ago?"
The doctor who had previously treated Scarlet stopped the moment he saw her being wheeled into the emergency room.
Recognition flashed across his tired face before he let out a helpless sigh.
"You two really know how to keep a hospital busy."
Scarlet lay unconscious on the stretcher, her pale face almost colorless beneath the harsh white lights of the ER. Blood still stained the edges of the bandages wrapped around her waist.
The doctor glanced at Ares standing beside the stretcher, his shirt soaked with Scarlet's blood.
Then he raised an eyebrow.
"Your girlfriend seems to attract an unbelievable amount of bad luck." His gaze sharpened slightly. "Actually… I can't tell if the unlucky one is her…"
"…or you."
Ares fell silent.
For some reason, the doctor's words struck deeper than expected.
He opened his mouth instinctively.
"She isn't my girlfriend."
