How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

When Elodie woke up, she felt weak and lightheaded, her limbs heavy as lead. As she stirred, Freya's voice rang out in relief, "You're awake! Are you feeling okay? Anywhere still hurt?"

Elodie turned her head. "Why are you here...?"

Freya helped her sit up, fussing over her. "My brother and I brought you to the hospital. He's gone to print your test results. We were worried something was wrong, so we had them run every check-"

"What floor is he on?" Elodie's face changed. She threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Freya blinked in surprise. "He's right on this floor."

Ignoring the lingering ache in her body, Elodie hurried out.

She made straight for the self-service printer in the hallway. Sure enough, Joseph was there, waiting as the machine spat out paper.

Elodie rushed over and yanked the report out before he could react, clutching it tightly.

"You're awake?" Joseph looked both surprised and concerned. "What are you doing out of bed?"

and she pressed her lips into

caught off guard by the frost in her gaze, hesitated a moment before handing it over. "Sorry. It was urgent. I

expression-nothing out of the ordinary. He hadn't noticed anything unusual in the

condition, Jarrod would know soon enough, and then everything

he'd never let her keep her dignity. He might even go to her family, use her illness as an excuse to break

much were the medical bills? I'll

his lips together. "Don't worry about it. It's nothing. You still look

fever. Nothing serious," Elodie replied, her

when you were unconscious, you

she looked, curled up even in her sleep, whispering softly as if

pain had she endured to end

for today. Still, send me the total cost later, please. I want to settle

the message—she wanted no

feeling better, let me take you home. It's late,"

shook her head. "That's not necessary.

clear line between them. Joseph pressed