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."

somehow accepted the grim reality of Ernest's failed surgery,

there was Ernest, eyes

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

too scared

wake up, Felicia's here," she

saw his eyelids flutter, and slowly, he opened his eyes, focusing on me after a few seconds.

came pouring down my face non-stop, my throat felt like

Ernest's hand touched my face, I

warm, gently wiping away my

don't just cry," Yolande reminded

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

blurted out, "Ernest, you

caressing my tear-streaked nex

at me, surprised by my

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

peaked, holding his

cheek,

your word. You promised

cozy home

you haven't