Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon) novel Chapter 104

Jackson was keeping a distance from me, which made me feel slightly better. Rather than forcing myself to get up and flee the room, I lay down obediently and tried to ease the dizziness.
The doctor had told me not to overwork myself.
Somehow, I didn’t think being tortured by Greyson for two days and then going to work counted as taking it easy. Not to mention that the day I’d anticipating having at work had turned out to be nothing like that at all.
It was tiring for healthy people to travel back and forth to the airport, restaurants, and hotels, let alone me.
Whenever I did too much, my condition worsened.
I had to get Tara to approve my resignation tomorrow.
The time had come for me to make peace with what was happened and lie at home and wait for death to come.
Had no one been there when I crashed the car today, had I not gotten oxygen so quickly, I likely would have died today. I would have been found quickly since I was in front of a hotel room, but once I was home and death took me… Who would find me?
I hated the idea of Harper finding me, but it wasn’t like anyone else was going to come look for me. Once I resigned, no one would miss me from work…
While I was letting my imagination run wild, a man in a white suit walked in.
I don’t think I’d ever seem someone who looked so perfect and clean. Let alone so pristine-looking while wearing white. He exuded a gentle and elegant temperament, and I couldn’t tell if he was a wolf shifter or a human.
When he saw me lying on the bed, he smiled.
Two deep dimples immediately appeared on his cheeks.
“It’s a woman,” the man said, a note of wonderment in his tone.
He walked over with the black bag he’d brought with him and gave Jackson a look. “You’ve finally found a woman?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Eric,” Jackson growled, his wolf thick in his voice. “I’ve seen her faint twice today.”
The man—Eric—looked nonplussed at Jackson’s Alpha voice, and I wondered if he was indeed human. He took out a stethoscope from the first-aid kit and moved in to listen to my heart.
I stopped him. “I have a heart issue. It was just a little episode because I overdid it today. It’s not a big deal.”
I told the truth—without the pesky details about heart failure and the fact I was dying. I knew I couldn’t hide it from the doctor if he listened.
And if he actually gave me a full exam, he’d know just how NOT little my problem was.
I was afraid Jackson would be angry with me for lying to him about what was wrong, and I didn’t want him to harm me again. His kicks to my chest before didn’t kill me, but they sure as hell would now.
I hadn’t said goodbye to Harper. I couldn’t die like this, without seeing Harper one more time.