No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 349

Herschel didn't respond at first, sending a chill down my spine. I quickly reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Herschel, Herschel..."

After a heavy sigh, Herschel slowly opened his eyes. He seemed a bit out of it as he looked at me, "Felicia, I almost didn't wake up just now."

My anxiety spiked, "Herschel, I'm calling the doctor."

But Herschel held onto me, his voice weak, "No need to make a fuss, it's happened before. Just sleep paralysis."

I had always thought of sleep paralysis as a mere spooky story, but now, with his serious illness, his cancer, it seemed like it could be more than just a simple case of sleep paralysis—a warning sign of his condition worsening.

Although I wasn't a doctor, I had enough common sense, not to mention my friend Fanny, who's a real MD.

"Herschel, I'd really feel better if a doctor checked you out," I insisted, going ahead and calling for a doctor anyway.

The doctor ran some routine checks and concluded that Herschel was fine. Apparently, he had just been in a deep stage of sleep where you can hear people calling you but can't wake up.

"See, I told you it was nothing," Herschel chuckled, teasing me for worrying too much.

But he didn't see the concern on my face, and I didn't have the heart to show how upset I was, only replying, "Better safe than sorry. You keep saying you're fine, and now here you are in the hospital."

"Getting old is like being a machine that needs some fixing. It happens," Herschel seemed to take it all in stride.

It was hard not to admire Herschel's positive attitude, especially when dealing with Jacqueline's endless dramas.

But despite his easygoing nature, sickness still found him. They say stress can bring illness, and though his cancer wasn't caused by any immediate stress, the situation with Conrad certainly didn't help.

And I felt partly responsible—if it hadn't been for me, Herschel wouldn't have gotten so worked up.