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

out of the hospital, his mind racing with a mixture of fear and frustration. He

His mother’s decision to leave the hospital against medical

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

away.

of anxiety and uncertainty. He hoped to find her there, to persuade her to return to the hospital,

in the driveway. A flicker of relief washed over him as

he called out as

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any sign of his mother. It wasn’t until he reached the kitchen that he found her, seated

a million miles away, “Mom,” Timothy said, his voice trembling as he approached her. “What have you

expression a mix of defiance and sorrow. “I couldn’t stand being cooped up in that place any longer.

is about more than just fresh air,

can,” she

her and wrung his hands together, trying to find his most persuasive

you refusing treatment? You can’t just give up like this. We can fight this

her eyes filled with pain. Timothy, you don’t understand. I don’t want to suffer anymore. The treatments, the

much.”

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 in

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anymore. I’ve seen what it does to people. I’ve watched my friends suffer through treatments, lose

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.

took his hand back and 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 up to machines, to be confined to

felt like he was failing her, like he couldn’t do anything to change her mind. He turned away from her, his

one last time. Let me feel the sea breeze, see the waves, and

his mother, his eyes filled with tears. He could see the determination in her eyes, and he

out and touched her son’s cheek, her touch gentle and filled with love. “Thank you, Timothy. I know it’s hard for