Lawrence hadn't gotten mad at all. He had just sat back down and resumed rinsing the sand off her legs, his tone suddenly dead serious. "Then you can just hire a nurse for me. You can just supervise and order him to roll me over..."
Before he could finish, Bonnie threw her arms around his neck. He had been roasting in the sun all day, his skin flushed and hot, making the embrace sticky and warm.
She buried her face in his shoulder, her tone clearly displeased. "Stop talking like that. It's bad luck."
Lawrence had simply wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing soft, comforting kisses to the crown of her head. "I was just messing around. Are you really silly enough to take that seriously?"
Looking back on it now, it was a tragic self-fulfilling prophecy.
They didn't get to grow old together, but Lawrence had genuinely reached the point of needing a nurse.
Bonnie finished moisturizing his lips and applied a thick layer of lip balm. Beneath his eyelids, his eyes seemed to dart slightly, yet his face remained completely slack.
He showed absolutely zero signs of waking up.
Bonnie couldn't spend all day here. She stood up, pulled the blanket a little higher over his chest, and stepped out to call the nurse aide back in.
The aide was a quiet young man, highly professional, who immediately set to work gently adjusting Lawrence's body to prevent bedsores.
Bonnie watched for a moment before slipping out the door.
Sometime while she was inside, Jasper had arrived. He was curled up in Odette's lap in the sitting area, clutching a stuffed animal, his little chin looking incredibly sharp and thin.
Bonnie heard Shirley asking what was going to happen to the boy.
Odette stroked Jasper's hair, her heart aching. "Before Hannah turned herself in, she arranged everything. We found the child's father—it's Jackson. Hannah said she wouldn't hold Jackson legally responsible as long as he agreed to raise Jasper. Jackson agreed. He said that from now on, Jasper's name will be Jasper Blair. It's a way to leave a descendant for the Blair family."
"I've been managing the inheritance Aloys and Jeniffer left behind on Hannah's behalf. Once this boy turns eighteen, I'll hand it all over to him. That's really all I can do at this point."
Jasper nodded in oblivious agreement. He had been very good lately. When his grandparents told him he had to go live with Jackson, he had packed his bags without throwing a single tantrum.
As both a mother and a teacher, Shirley couldn't bear to watch the heartbreak. She stood up, quietly called for Bonnie, and they said their goodbyes.
Mother and daughter were a fair distance down the road before Shirley finally broke the silence. "I wonder if that Lawrence boy will ever wake up."
Bonnie didn't know either.
Shirley shook her head in profound pity. Fate had utterly decimated too many lives. Before coming to the hospital, Bonnie had already told them her plan to carve out time every day to talk to Lawrence.
If those beautiful, nostalgic memories still couldn't revive the will of a man desperate to die, then perhaps death was simply his best ending.
At least the living would no longer carry any regrets.

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