Returning to Falconridge.
Casper had practically transformed his home into a high-tech hospital ward. Besides the regular visits from doctors and nurses, he made it a daily ritual to talk to her. After a goodnight kiss, he would sleep on another single bed in the same room. As long as he could hear her breathing, he felt at peace.
Caroline found out about this a month later. Walking into the room Casper had meticulously prepared for Eliza, seeing the woman lying on the hospital bed as if asleep, her heart was suddenly gripped and then violently dropped.
“How could…” she choked up, her eyes welling with tears, “…how could this happen?”
Dillon briefly explained the situation, “Mr. Casper is looking for the best treatment options. Maybe one day, she’ll wake up.”
“Waking up from a vegetative state?” Caroline shook her head, her eyes filled with sorrow, “What if she never wakes up?”
“Mr. Casper said that if she never wakes up, he will stay with her until he grows old and dies… that day.”
Dillon’s emotions surged, his nose tingling. That could be decades from now. In the long journey of life, he couldn’t imagine how Casper would endure. The only reasons he could think of were love and hope.
Their faces were etched with sadness.
After leaving the room, Caroline almost blacked out, nearly falling, but Dillon caught her just in time. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t touch me,” she snapped, pushing him away and sinking into the sofa.
Dillon, feeling helpless, poured her a glass of water and handed it over. “Have some water.”
“I don’t need your fake kindness,” Caroline retorted, not in the mood for niceties.
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