I did not know if my decision was right, but I knew one thing for sure. There was nothing more heartbreaking than seeing your loved ones die before your very eyes. I would never leave Christopher, no matter how much the Lanes despised me.
I was confident that we would pull through it together and finally earn their recognition despite how difficult it could be. After all, we had been through thick and thin together.
We had been stranded on the island for a good whole week. We had depended on each other then and made it through.
Likewise, I felt inferior in front of Monica because of her beauty and family background. The woman’s words put me to immense shame, but Christopher’s smile was enough to fade all these disheartening emotions. I would have held on to the end no matter what we faced, but not this time.
Darius finally caved to my adamance. He changed me to another room directly above Christopher’s at my request. I wanted to be closer to him before I left.
I sat on the balcony, listening to what was happening downstairs. Monica came to see me once as if she could not wait for the moment I left.
I could read in between her lines that she wanted me to leave the hospital entirely.
“My family has other hospitals in Avenport. I can ask them to get you transferred so you can get the best treatment. Rest assured that I will ask them to do everything they can to help you. There is still hope.”
Her voice was surprisingly soothing and calm. That was how she usually spoke. Her voice was like a breath of fresh air to everyone who listened to her. I figured someone as gentle as her would treat Christopher well.
“You have nothing to worry about, Ms. Martin. I already said I won’t see him. He’s still sick, so there’s no way he will be able to walk around the hospital.”
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