incurable. You owe me that, Scarlett.”
I let his comment slide. It would be petty of me to argue with a patient.
The illness seemed to dull Marcus’ intuition. He had not realized that I was no longer the meek and spineless woman who was all ready to forgive and forget.
The ward fell into a suffocating silence as he eventually registered my rejection. Marcus slowly lay down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
“I guess you won’t even spare a glance for me even if I sacrificed myself for you. My efforts were meaningless, so meaningless. I should just die right now.”
Marcus stopped speaking after that, his eyes glazed over with tears.
Some people resorted to telling white lies to appease a dying patient. In their eyes, it was a way of encouraging the patient to fight for their life.
Marcus was too smart to fall for that; plus, he knew me far too well. He would only scoff at my white lie or even see it as my pity, and that would only worsen his condition. Honesty was the best policy in this situation.
I simply could not agree to his demands and give him false hope.
Marcus was not the only person who loved me. I owed it to the people I loved to live well and not harm others in the process.
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