The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 184

TIMOTHY POV

Timothy’s footsteps echoed in the sterile hospital corridor as he made his way to the front desk. He had been gripped by an overwhelming sense of urgency, a gnawing worry that had been festering ever since he received the call about his mother’s condition. He had to see her, to ensure that she was receiving the best care possible.

“Excuse me,” he said to the nurse behind the desk, his voice edged with concern. “I’m here to see my mother, Abigail Lawrence. Can you tell me which room she’s in?”

The nurse glanced up from her paperwork, her expression inscrutable. She tapped away at the computer, and Timothy anxiously tapped his fingers.

on the counter.

“I’m sorry, sir, but it seems that your mother has discharged herself,” she said, her tone even.

Timothy’s heart plummeted, and anger flared within him. “Discharged herself? Why would she do that? She’s been diagnosed with cancer, and she

needs treatment”

The nurse offered a sympathetic look, though her tone remained unchanged. “I understand your concern, but your mother left before we could discuss further treatment options with her. It was against medical advice.”

Timothy couldn’t fathom the reason behind his mother’s rash decision. It was unlike her to take matters

into her own hands, especially when her

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health was at stake. The worry gnawed at him, and he clenched his fists in frustration.

“Can you tell me when she left?” he asked, his voice strained.

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herself earlier this morning. We tried to reach out to her, but she’s

to the nurse and stormed out of the hospital, his mind racing with a mixture of fear and frustration. He needed to find his mother and convince her to return

him. His mother’s decision to leave the hospital against medical advice was reckless and dangerous,

through the familiar streets of his hometown, racing towards the place that held the woman he loved most in the world. He couldn’t understand why his mother was refusing the treatment she so desperately needed to combat the growing cancer

away.

of anxiety and uncertainty. He hoped to find her there, to persuade her to return to the hospital, but the fear of what he might discover gnawed at

her car was parked in the driveway. A

he called out as he entered the

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that greeted him was deafening, and he made his way through the rooms, searching for any sign of his mother. It wasn’t until he reached the

and pensive, a half–empty glass of water before her. She was gazing out the window, her thoughts a million miles away, “Mom,” Timothy said, his voice trembling as

couldn’t stand being cooped up in that place any longer. They were talking about treatments and surgeries, but I

over, and he raised his voice in anger. “This is about more than just fresh air, Mom. You have cancer, and

I can,” she

seat beside her and wrung his hands together, trying

You can’t just

filled with pain. Timothy, you don’t understand. I don’t want to suffer anymore.

much.”

hand over hers. “You can’t just give up, Mom. You can’t! I’ll pay for whatever you need. We’ll find the best doctors, the best treatments. But you have to fight this, for yourself, for me, for all of us who love you. You can’t just throw

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can’t do this anymore. I’ve seen what it does to people. I’ve watched my friends suffer through treatments, lose their dignity, and still lose the battle in the end. I don’t want that for

frustration turned to desperation. He knew that his mother had always been strong–willed, but he had never seen her give up like this. “You can’t just give up, Mom. I can’t lose you. I won’t let this disease take you

gripped it tightly. I’ve thought about this long and hard, Timothy. It’s not giving up; it’s choosing how I want to live my final days. I don’t want to be hooked

couldn’t do anything to change her mind. He turned away from her, his shoulders. slumping in defeat. “I just can’t accept this, Mom. I need to

Take me to our favorite beach, one last time. Let me feel the sea breeze, see the waves, and listen to the seagulls. That’s all I want. You’re the last person

her eyes, and he knew that she wouldn’t budge on the matter. Swallowing his sorrow,

touch gentle and filled with love. “Thank you, Timothy. I know it’s hard for you to accept, but it’s my choice. And I