Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 183

Chapter 183:

Later, she drifted toward the cancer center. There, the suffering was laid bare. Some patients writhed in agony, their voices hoarse from crying. Others had no strength left, lying motionless in bed, their quiet sobs barely audible.

Perhaps the chemotherapy had drained them. Perhaps they were just tired—tired of the pain, the struggle, the endless uncertainty.

Rachel saw so many faces—elderly women, teenage girls, and even toddlers. Life was so fragile. Rachel sighed. And what about her? Would she end up the same way?

Hair falling out. Confined to a hospital bed. Drowning in pain. Watching her own life slip away—piece by piece.

Or worse—trapped in a state where she was alive but barely living. A hollow existence, clinging to life without dignity or meaning. Her eyes stung. A lump formed in her throat.

Rachel wasn’t sure how long she wandered aimlessly through the hospital until her phone rang. She pulled it out with slightly trembling fingers.

“Ms. Marsh, your re-examination results

exhaled slowly. “Okay. I’ll

open the doctor’s office door, her

results still the same?” she asked, her voice

doctor gave a slow nod. “Yes,

diagnosis was absolute. She had already prepared herself

spent so much time lingering around the hospital. People always clung to hope, no matter how small. Taking the test again

was sealed. She would

she couldn’t stop herself from

so quickly. After reviewing your condition, I believe the best course of action is a

But how realistic was that? Every year, thousands of patients waited on donor lists. How many actually got

the lucky one—not as a child, not now. She had never even won a raffle, always standing by as others walked away

a transplant, what happens then?” she asked, her voice barely above a