No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel 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 resemblance 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 glanced at the nameplate 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 can come 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 up last week. I asked for more time. They gave me a week, now we're down to three days."

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 offer comfort.

Everyone has their own wounds, and the pain from those wounds can only be endured and healed by oneself.

Mack said nothing more, silently escorting me back to the ward.

"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.