NovelEnglishEight hours ago, at ten in the morning, Theodore was still at Sydney's place. He was lying on Sydney's couch and groggy with sleep.
He slowly opened his eyes. He was having a splitting headache, and was still tightly wrapped up in a blanket. It was even tied up with a rope, as if fearing the blanket might fall off him. Theodore looked at himself and then his surroundings in a daze. It was a living room that looked unfamiliar to him, but he knew where he was.
Memories from last night flooded back in his mind.
He clooking for his mother after getting drunk in the middle of the night... Like a three-year-old, he cried for comfort in his mother's arms, claiming to be bullied by others.
Theodore smacked his forehead hard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHow embarrassing! He immediately untied the rope around the blanket, flung it aside, and stumbled into the washroom.
After cleaning himself up, he left the washroom, rummaged around his pocket, and searched everywhere before finding his phone hidden in a corner of the couch.
He picked it up, tapped on the screen, and saw multiple missed calls from the hospital. He was probably dead asleep, and didn't hear his phone ringing.
Theodore had a bad feeling about it, and called the number back.
"Hello, what's the matter?" The other party said something which made Theodore's face change. "What did you say? Okay, I'll head over now." He rushed to the hospital.
Something had happened to Cynthia in the middle of the night.
An infection had caused her to have a high white blood cells count. Although the doctor managed to bring it under control, her organs began failing.
The reason for the infection remained unknown.
Previously, as long as the hospital provided timely care, Cynthia had the luxury of waiting for a heart donor. Given the severity of her condition right now, she was out of tand had to have the surgery within the week. If she couldn't find a healthy heart donor, her chances of survival were slim.
Although Cynthia was already first in line in the queue, there was no suitable heart donor in sight.
Theodore thought Cynthia still had time, but the facts were laid bare before him and he had to face up to it.
Cynthia laid weakly on the bed, and didn't even have the energy to cry when she saw Theodore standing by her bedside. Instead, she turned her face away and refused to look at him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTheodore sat on her bedside, and called out to her softly. "Cindy, I'm sorry. I've been so busy the past few days, and couldn't cto visit you." "Theo, I know that I'm about to die and that you don't wantanymore. You wouldn't marry me. I've been waiting, and now, I'm about to die. You said you'd marry me. I'm about to die, and you still haven't fulfilled your promise. That's what the message you sentlast night was about," Cynthia said with indignation.
Theodore asked doubtfully, "What message?" "What message? Don't you know?" she grumbled.
Theodore pulled his phone out, and saw the text he sent her last night. He didn't remember sending something like this.
Or, could it be...? Theodore immediately knew what happened. Sydney must have sent the text.
"Cindy, I wasn't the one who sent that text. I was with my mother, and had a drop too much. She must have texted you that nonsense. I'll delete it right away." He couldn't have possibly texted Cynthia something like that!
Cynthia's eyes lit up at his explanation. "Really?" But very span, her eyes dimmed again. "No, you're lying to me. You're definitely lying to me." "I'm not. How about this? I'll call my mom." Theodore dialed Sydney's number.
Before he could speak, Sydney said, "Theo, I was looking for you You'deft when returned home. Let's meet up tonight. You, Rose, and me. We'll have dinner together." "Tonight?" Theodore said, "No, I've got to be with Cindy." "What for?" "Something happened to her."
"Something happens to her every day, it's never going to end Aren't you going to live your life normally?" Sydney fumed. X
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