No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 194



Ever since my parents passed away, I never complained about the bitterness of medicine again. Without them, there was no more rock sugar to sweeten the deal for me. I hadn't tasted rock sugar since.

"It's really sweet," Ernest whispered, lifting a piece of rock sugar to my lips as if to tempt me.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth, but as the sugar touched my tongue, tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over.

"Why are you crying now?" He cleaned my tears with his hands.

His words only made my heart heavier, my tears harder to stop.

Ernest couldn't keep up, eventually taking the glass from my hand and squeezing my hand gently, "If the medicine's too bitter, we'll skip it."

He walked away, and I buried my face in my palms...

After crying for a while, I felt much better. The thermometer tucked under my arm beeped, signaling it was done.

I checked it: 101.2°F. Definitely a fever.

Ernest reappeared, holding a towel, seemingly wrapping something inside.

some warm water. If your temperature drops, we won't bother with the medicine,"

towel with ice on my forehead, his voice soft, "Close your

heard the flick of a

Ernest was rubbing my hand, a sudden heat that made me flinch. "I'm using alcohol to bring

this method; my dad had used it on me when

to rub your hands together with flaming

as he rubbed my left hand, then my right. Just when I thought he was done, he wrapped his hands around

pulled away, refusing, "No

usually so brave,

strip me down, and

touching

words caught me

shutting down, tuning everything out. Yet, his words made it clear:

seemed the best option then, so I closed my eyes,

of my feet felt

brought back

parents were stil around warming my heart yet filling it with sadness, drawing tears down

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I made some porridge. Have some when you wake up,"

his retreating