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.

 

a dying patient. In their eyes, it was a way of encouraging

 

white lie or even see it as my pity, and that would only worsen his condition. Honesty was

 

his demands and

 

owed it to the people I loved to live well and not harm others in

non-response was due

vitals one last time and grabbed my purse. I turned around and walked

rang out the moment

again unless you change your mind

him lying on the bed like before as

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