He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 150

Theresia didn’t even think twice. She climbed over the console from the back seat and slid behind the wheel, her focus locked on the road ahead as she sped toward Kaston.

Kaston was this brand-new development way out in the northern suburbs of Harrisburg, and honestly, the place felt deserted. Rows of empty houses, barely a soul around.

On the way there, Garry was starting to lose it. Every time it looked like he was going to pass out, Theresia snapped at him, calling his name or saying something sharp to keep him awake.

She pressed the gas pedal down as far as it would go and kept talking, her voice steady even though her hands were shaking on the wheel. “Garry, stay with me, okay? If you close your eyes now, you might not wake up again.”

Garry’s gaze was locked on the rearview mirror. He managed a weak, pale smile. “Theresia, if I die… will you remember me?”

Die? The idea had never even crossed her mind. Someone as tough as Garry just… dying? It didn’t seem possible. But what if he really didn’t make it? The thought made her chest tighten in a way she couldn’t explain.

She told herself it was just friendship, that was all.

Their eyes met in the mirror for a second. Theresia didn’t look away. Her voice sounded stronger than she ever remembered. “Garry, I don’t want you to die.”

For a moment, Garry just stared at her, surprised. Something flickered in his eyes, a little bit of light breaking through the pain.

She didn’t want him to die. Did that mean she cared? Even just a little?

The thought sent a rush of warmth through him, almost making him forget the pain. But then reality crashed back in. His brow furrowed, his hands clenched tight. He gritted his teeth. “Theresa, I’m going to die eventually. It’s just a matter of time.”

Even if he got through tonight, how much longer did he have?

Going to the hospital wasn’t an option. It would be suicide. Theresia took a deep breath, trying to think.

With how Garry lived his life, this probably wasn’t his first time in a situation like this. “What do you guys usually do when this sort of thing happens?” she asked.

Warren hesitated. “Nobody ever really goes after Garry like this. Tim, though—he’s always getting hurt. He hates hospitals, so I’m the one who patches him up.”

“Then do for Garry whatever you do for Tim,” Theresia said, not missing a beat.

Warren looked uncertain. “Uh…”

Theresia rolled her eyes. “What, are you just going to stand there and let him die?”