Chapter 372


    Mack stood up and walked towards the window. I had no clue what he was up to, so I cautiously edged closer to the person on the bed. As I got closer, I realized that not only was she stunning, but she also bore a striking resemnce to me.


    My folks are gone now, otherwise, I would''ve definitely grilled them about possibly having another daughter. While I was lost in thought, I nced at the namete by the bedside: Judie Sears, twenty-eight years old. [Hello Judie, I''m Felicia Hudson!]


    I greeted her silently, heart to heart, as I looked at the woman on the bed.


    "You cane back now," Mack''s voice broke the silence. He had called the nurse.


    Soon after, the nurse returned, and I left the room with him.


    Mack was silent, and so was I. After a while, he finally spoke, "The doctor said there''s no chance of recovery. Her family has given up."


    "You don''t want to give up, do you?" I asked, following his lead.


    Mack slowed his pace, different from before, and whispered, "But aren''t there supposed to be miracles?"


    Miracles do happen, they''re all over TV shows, and even in real life, but they''re rare, even rarer than winning the lottery.


    Walking side by side, I said, "I remember you mentioned it''s been a year, right?"


    "Almost two," Mack''s voice was barely audible.


    That long... If there were to be a miracle, it would''ve happened by now.


    Judie''s family giving up pretty much confirmed there was no hope left.


    "You could try talking to her family," I said encouragingly, understanding his heart.


    Mack looked down, "I tried. Her family wanted to give upst week. I asked for more time. They gave me a week, now we''re down to three days."


    I understood then. As time dwindled, and with Judie not waking up, he was scared.


    "Do you not want to give up because


    you


    don''t let go? Or because y


    also


    to live with the


    tried to gauge his th


    Mack swallowed hard, "Even if she wakes up, I''d still owe her."


    The moment Judie saved him, even if she had been unscathed, he owed her.


    It wasn''t guilt then; it was because he couldn''t let go.


    "But you can''t convince her family. You feel powerless, right?" I grasped his helplessness.


    Mack''s pace slowed even more, "I''m not anyone to her, I don''t have the right to decide."


    "I don''t even have the right to protect her," Mack murmured.


    Seeing his dejection, I hesitated for a few


    monds before speaking,


    "Mack, are you in love with your mentor?"


    He looked up at me, shock and turmoil in his eyes. Without saying a word, his reaction said it all.


    I didn''t know the story between him and Judie, but the current situation was inevitably tragic.


    Somehow, I felt even more sympathetic towards him, yet I couldn''t offerfort.


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    the only


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    oneself.


    Mack said nothing more, silently escorting me back to the ward.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    "Felicia, thank you," Mack handed me some fruit and expressed his gratitude.


    I knew what he was thanking me for, nodding slightly, "Mack, look ahead."


    He hummed in acknowledgment and turned to leave.


    I stood there, watching his retreating figure until he disappeared around the corner, still not moving.


    Then, feeling a tap on my shoulder, I looked up to find Ernest Collins standing there.