incurable. You owe me that, Scarlett.”

I let his comment slide. It would be petty of me to argue with a patient.

The illness seemed to dull Marcus’ intuition. He had not realized that I was no longer the meek and spineless woman who was all ready to forgive and forget.

 

The ward fell into a suffocating silence as he eventually registered my rejection. Marcus slowly lay down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“I guess you won’t even spare a glance for me even if I sacrificed myself for you. My efforts were meaningless, so meaningless. I should just die right now.”

Marcus stopped speaking after that, his eyes glazed over with tears.

 

to appease a dying patient. In their eyes, it was a way of encouraging the patient to fight for

 

far too well. He would only scoff at my white lie or even see it as my pity, and that would

 

his demands

 

was not the only person who loved me. I owed it to the people

in the ward for a moment longer. Unsure if the non-response was due

some rest. I’ll visit you again tomorrow.” After I got up, I check his vitals one last time and grabbed my purse. I turned

rang out the moment my hand touched the door

you change your mind and agree to

only to find him lying on the bed like before as if he had never woken

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