No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 618



"What do you mean?"

Yolande just couldn't accept it, gripping the doctor's arm, demanding the explanation I was too shocked to articulate.

"Just go see him," was all the doctor offered.

Yolande clung to the doctor, desperate for more information, until a resident finally elaborated, "The patient's skull was severely fractured, and despite successful suturing, the bleeding in his brain hasn't stopped. Multiple hemorrhages... You should see him now, while there's still time..."

With those harsh words, Yolande finally released the doctor.

She pulled herself together and headed toward the ICU, stopping to glance back at me before she came back to help me on my feet, guiding me into the room.

The lights in the ICU were blinding, stabbing at my eyes.

Ernest lay there, draped in a hospital gown, an oxygen mask strapped to his face, his head swathed in bandages.

I couldn't bring myself to walk closer.

It was Yolande who nudged me forward, "Say what you need to say to him, before... before it's too late."

She had somehow accepted the grim reality of Ernest's failed surgery, her resilience outshining mine.

She guided me to his bedside, and there was Ernest, eyes closed as if in a peaceful slumber.

I used to love watching him sleep, his features serene and handsome, a quiet moment where I could be unabashedly affectionate. But now, I was terrified of this stillness.

"Ernest," Yolande's voice cracked as she called his name.

He remained motionless, and I was too scared to even touch his hand.

"Ernest, wake up, Felicia's here," she tried again.

This time, I saw his eyelids flutter, and slowly, he opened his eyes, focusing on me after a few seconds. Instead of the cold indifference I feared his gaze was filled with the familiar warmth I'd known sowell. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Tears came pouring down my face non-stop, my throat felt like it was being squeezed by some invisible hand.

When Ernest's hand touched my face, I sobbed out loud.

His hand was warm, gently wiping away my tears.

"Felicia, don't just cry," Yolande reminded me.

I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it. Remembering the doctor's words, I fought to control my grief grabbed Ernest's hand, the one.

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and blurted out, "Ernest, you jerk."

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Yolande stared at me, surprised by my outburst at such a moment.

But Ernest smiled, a warm, illuminating smile that seemed to brighten the whole world.

His eyelashes fluttered, as if he wanted to say something, but his lips barely moved.

My fear peaked, holding his hand against my cheek, "Ernest, you're a man of your word. You promised me a wedding, a cozy home to build together... you haven't yet... you need to get up and make it happen..."

"Ernest, get up, hug me. I miss being in your arms..."

"Ernest, say something..."

"You want to remove the oxygen mask?" Yolande interrupted, noticing Ernest's subtle cues.

His eyes closed and then opened again. Yolande looked at me, then carefully removed the oxygen mask from Ernest's face. His mouth opened slightly.

"Come closer to him," Yolande urged me.

I leaned in close, my face against his, his lips barely touching my ear, "Don't... deal... with... the Wagners..."

I couldn't catch the rest of his words, leaning in closer, but still unable to hear his final message.