"What do you mean that you can not help me but Evangeline can?" Harold regretted shouting at once as his muscles started to hurt him.
After the burn Eve left for him, he could not move freely. Walking and running is a distant thing, but even shouting was hard to do. He could only lay there or sit there with help and depend on others for everything. Even passing urine and excretion hurt like hell.
He had started to eat less in hope that he did not need to clean his bowels often. But even there he was not getting any success. He closed his eyes and cursed Eve again in her heart.
"I would not ask for help from the woman. She would not help me. If she wanted to help, she would not have.. Forget it. She is just like her husband. She is not going to help me so I am not going to try." he gritted his teeth as he had to explain this patiently.