Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Timothy shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. As far as I know, Dr. Daisynes really isn't seeing patients anymore. After his stroke last year, his recovery hasn't been great. Even the renowned Dr. Daisye couldn't convince him to come out of retirement, and they've Remington replied in a determined tone, "Where there's a will, there's a way. We've got to at least try."

been friends for years."

Timothy nodded, "Alright, I'll check with my grandfather. Then you can bring Liz over, and I'll set up a meeting for you."

Remington gave Timothy a pat on the shoulder before turning to open the hospital room door.

Jerome, lying in the hospital bed, looked over with a distant smile. "Thanks for your help tonight, Mr. Dashiell. I'm alright now, and I know you're busy, so I won't take up any more of your time."

Remington approached and nodded at Jerome before turning to Lizetta. "I asked around, and Mr. Madden's IV won't be finished until after midnight. It's best if he stays overnight for observation. I've arranged a room for him; the emergency ward is too noisy, and he won't be able to rest properly."

They were currently in a temporary room in the emergency department. If Jerome didn't stay overnight, would Lizetta have to stay and take care of him? And when the IV finished in the early hours, would they both go home, with Jerome pretending to be weak, making Lizetta-kind-hearted and easily swayed-stay up all night caring for him?

Remington wanted to eliminate that possibility.

stay overnight..." Jerome began to protest, but Timothy, who had followed

Madden, you should listen to the doctor. Come on, everything's set. Don't be shy; I'll help you to your room. It's not

and then started pushing the IV stand, helping Jerome up from the bed. As Lizetta moved to follow, Remington

the admission paperwork. Come with me to take care

her eyes. He had already arranged a

he explained, "This isn't the Dashiell hospital. I don't have any special privileges here. We still need to go

accepted his explanation and nodded, following him in

they saw a woman holding a crying child at the front of the line. The baby was wailing loudly,

her to hurry, white others criticized her, and the child's mother, both anxious and frustrated, snapped at the child, "Stop crying! All this crying is driving

en

back a couple more times. The people in line

child like that? Are you even

and uncomfortable; if you're not going to comfort him, at