I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 613

Georgina turned her head to look at him.

"Do you know it?"

"Just a bit of the chorus."

Noah hummed a couple of lines, following the melody.

Georgina laughed softly and began humming right along with him.

In that small moment, bonded by a simple song, the distance between them seemed to shrink just a little more...

At that exact moment, back in the ward at Mercy International Hospital.

Sienna was sitting by Finn, talking to him just like always.

Lately, it had mostly been her talking while Finn listened.

"Finn, my project is almost wrapped up. Director Jeanette Huntington said she's going to nominate me for the year-end excellence award. She told me privately that I might be the fastest promotion in the entire system."

Sienna spoke while peeling an apple, keeping the skin in one perfectly unbroken ribbon.

"She also said that if my pilot project, The Community Health Bridge, can be rolled out across the whole city, I could be officially promoted to Assistant Director by next year."

She diced the apple into small pieces and dropped them into a bowl, glancing up at Finn. "It's okay if you don't understand. I'm just rambling."

Sienna noticed that Finn's eyes were open.

His eyes shifted, landing directly on her face, the fog in his gaze noticeably thinner.

She stood up.

"Do you want some water, or do you want to eat something? Do you want a banana?" She reached over toward the fruit basket on the nightstand. Before her hand even brushed the rim, a voice spoke from behind her—a little raspy, but every single syllable was crystal clear.

"Sienna."

Sienna froze in place.

Forty-two days.

It had been forty-two days, and Finn had finally said her name with absolute clarity.

Sienna felt a rush of tears threatening to spill over.

But she forced them down.

She took a deep breath, swallowing the intense burning in her throat.

When she finally turned around, her face was set in the same steady, practiced smile she had perfected over the past forty days.

"Yeah, I'm here."

She couldn't afford to be emotionally unstable or act shocked.

It wasn't good for his recovery.

She studied Finn closely.

His eyes were undeniably clear, and the mechanical, stilted tone of his voice was completely gone. In fact, he sounded almost too normal.

A strange sense of disbelief welled up inside her, but she aggressively shoved it down.

She couldn't be prematurely optimistic. The recovery path for Asperger's was never a straight line.

Sienna had long since conditioned herself not to hold on to too much hope.

Endless cycles of disappointment had long since left her numb.

All she needed to do was focus on the present, handle every task in front of her, and treat Finn with all the love she had.

She couldn't rush the results.

As she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a firm force wrap around her waist.

Finn had actually pulled her in by the waist, gently guiding her toward him.

Sienna's back leaned directly into Finn's solid chest.

Her entire body went rigid.

The sensation was both intensely foreign and desperately familiar.

Over the past forty-something days in the hospital, she had completely conditioned herself to treat Finn purely as a patient who needed constant care.