No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 349



Herschel didn't respond at first, sending a chill down my spine. I quickly reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Herschel, Herschel..."

After a heavy sigh, Herschel slowly opened his eyes. He seemed a bit out of it as he looked at me, "Felicia, I almost didn't wake up just now."

My anxiety spiked, "Herschel, I'm calling the doctor."

But Herschel held onto me, his voice weak, "No need to make a fuss, it's happened before. Just sleep paralysis."

I had always thought of sleep paralysis as a mere spooky story, but now, with his serious illness, his cancer, it seemed like it could be more than just a simple case of sleep paralysis—a warning sign of his condition worsening.

Although I wasn't a doctor, I had enough common sense, not to mention my friend Fanny, who's a real MD.

"Herschel, I'd really feel better if a doctor checked you out," I insisted, going ahead and calling for a doctor anyway.

The doctor ran some routine checks and concluded that Herschel was fine. Apparently, he had just been in a deep stage of sleep where you can hear people calling you but can't wake up.

it was nothing," Herschel chuckled, teasing me for worrying

upset I was, only replying,

like being a machine that needs some fixing. It happens," Herschel seemed to take it all

not to admire Herschel's positive attitude,

found him. They say stress can bring illness, and though his cancer wasn't caused by any immediate

partly responsible-if it hadn't been for me, Herschel wouldn't have gotten so worked

you've got to learn

stop fretting over your children," I paused, "Conrad and I are

grudge. He could be pretty stubborn at

"Herschel, do you believe in

answer, so I sighed, "I do. What happened between Conrad

looked off into the

one to being loved. They could have had a good life, but then the

or live to see their children cared

words

pessimistic. Herschel shook his

"Felicia, your

believed in leaving things