Henry paced anxiously outside Sheila’s emergency room, looking every bit the little grown-up as he wore a path back and forth.
Meanwhile, Timothy was waiting outside the door of Jessica’s emergency room.
Jessica had collapsed from a sudden high fever brought on by stress. It wasn’t long before she gradually opened her eyes, still groggy. Her attending physician, noticing she was awake, hurried to her side.
“Ms. Greene, you can’t keep neglecting your health like this! Your condition is already serious, and now you’ve let yourself get soaked and come down with a high fever. You have to be admitted for treatment—no more delays!”
Drifting in and out of consciousness, Jessica remembered fainting in Timothy’s arms.
Did he bring her to the hospital?
If he was just outside, it wouldn’t take much for him to find out about her cancer.
If he knew, there was no way he’d let her keep working. She couldn’t let that happen.
She had to find a way to get away from him, and soon.
But she didn’t have her phone, and she couldn’t answer the doctor’s questions aloud. Flustered, she mimed writing in the air.
The doctor handed her a notepad and pen. Jessica, hands trembling with weakness, scribbled a message: “Doctor, I’m sorry, but I can’t be admitted right now. My husband is outside. If he finds out I have cancer, he won’t be able to handle it. Please—I’m begging you—help me keep this from him.”
It was the only way she could appeal to the doctor’s compassion, hoping he might keep her secret a little longer.
The doctor sighed. “But you’re running out of time. You can’t keep avoiding this. Your family will find out eventually, and they’ll only worry more if you keep it from them. The outcome won’t change by hiding it, but treatment could give you a chance. Think about it: even in the worst case, at least you’ll know you tried.”
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