Chapter 390



I clasped his hand, silently offering my strength.

Dr. Yates had said the surgery would take at least six hours, and by the third hour of waiting with Ernest, he suddenly got a nosebleed.

It was clearly stress-induced, a clear sign of how much he cared for Susie.

"I'll go get you some water," I said, realizing we hadn't had a sip in three hours.

Even the night before, when Susie was fasting for the surgery, Ernest had abstained from eating in solidarity.

"I'm fine. You should go take a break. Come back later," Ernest insisted, always looking out for me even at a time like this.

I nodded and headed to the hospital's convenience store for water.

On my way back, I spotted Mack leaning against a wall near the surgery rooms, lost in thought.

Remembering the scene in the ward two days earlier, I knew Judie must have passed, and he shouldn't still be here.

Yet, there he was.

Looking around, this floor was filled with operating rooms. Was another family member of his ill? Or had there been some miracle with Judie?

The latter thought quickened my pulse. I approached him, "Mack."

He looked up, a fleeting panic in his eyes, "Hey."

looked even more gaunt than he had

the bottled water, "What are you doing here? Is

of red in his eyes suggesting

it

for a miracle but knew that was

Mack's voice was

why are you still here?" I gestured to

eyes, "I was

For me?

you needed?" I

"Just wanted to see

words left me feeling conflicted; he was seeing me but probably

want to be anyone's

nor did l

him to continue suffering, "Mack, you need to get back to living. That's probably what Judie would've wanted

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he said,

at his disheveled appearance, I could imagine his last few days

out, squeezing his arm, "It's all in the

He nodded slightly.

ahead, Mack," I tried

few seconds, "Can

our few interactions, I shouldn't

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