At the same time, Elliot was out in the cool breeze on the hospital’s veranda.It took Chad forever to finally locate him.
He felt awful as he watched Elliot’s lonely silhouette in the night.
“What are you doing here by yourself, Sir?” Chad said after composing himself.
“It’s time for dinner.”
“I can’t eat,” Elliot responded. His voice was cold and hoarse.
Robert needed a blood change, but due to his peculiar blood type, they had yet to find a suitable source of blood.This was only the first of his woes.
The second was that he knew there was a possibility that Shea’s blood type could be a match for Robert.
However, he could not reveal this matter.He could not allow Shea to donate blood to Robert.
It took him 20 years to turn Shea’s life from that of someone with a mental disability to one where she could gradually begin to care for herself like a regular person.
All he hopes for was for Shea to maintain her current condition and continue to live her life normally.
How could he possibly ask her to donate blood to Robert? What if something happened to her because of that?
However, how could he have the heart to watch as Robert dies from anemia?
He had to deal with all of his agonies by himself, and could not speak a word of it to others.
“Even if you can’t eat, you shouldn’t be out here. It’s freezing out here. You have to be careful not to catch a cold,” Chad said. “Avery is still recovering from the birth. She and the kids need you to take care of them.”
His words woke Elliot up, and he made his way to the neonatal unit.
When the doctor noticed Avery’s sickly complexion, he advised her to go home and get some rest.
“You’re still a patient, Miss Tate. You would probably still be hospitalized if you hadn’t insisted on being discharged,” the doctor said sternly.
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