Charlotte scrambled out of the car and raced into the house without her kids.
Seeing how weak Dr. Felch was, tears spilled down her cheeks. She ran over to him, knelt on the ground, and took his hand. “Dr. Felch, I’m here. Charlotte’s here.”
As his lips curved up slightly, Dr. Felch’s frail hand clasped her hand. He parted his lips to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.
“Dr. Felch!”
The kids dashed in after getting off the car. They burst into tears at the sight of his fragile figure.
They had promised Charlotte to not disturb Dr. Felch, so they merely pouted and sobbed quietly.
“Kids…” Dr. Felch stretched his arm out toward them.
Morgan led the kids over, and they surrounded Dr. Felch and greeted him softly, “Dr. Felch.”
“Dr. Felch, you must get well soon so you can buy more sweets for me.”
“Dr. Felch, you promised to teach me acupuncture! You must keep your word!”
“Dr. Felch, remember how you promised to bring me to Mount Phoenix so we can catch wild hogs?”
“Dr. Felch, you wanted to see my latest invention, right? Here it is…”
“Dr. Felch, you lied to us! You said you’ll bring us to Daddy. You’re a liar!”
The kids sobbed sadly as they tamped down their feelings so Dr. Felch wouldn’t find them rowdy.
Charlotte wasn’t planning to cry, but she couldn’t hold her tears in.
Dr. Felch held their little hands and squinted at their adorable little faces. Gradually, his eyes fluttered shut.
“Dr. Felch? Dr. Felch!”
“Dr. Felch!”
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