Chapter 680:
A sharp pain shot through Eileenâs forehead as she tried to recall the moments before the accident. Slowly, her memory returned.
âHow is she, doctor?â
Eileen was about to speak when she heard Phoebeâs voice.
Eileen turned towards the voice and saw Jacob, Josue, and Phoebe entering the room, their faces etched with worry.
âIâm fine. I just got scraped,â Eileen said.
âYou were hit by a truck! If it hadnât been going slow, you could have been killed!â Josue exclaimed. He knew Eileen had pushed herself to the limit after caring for Bryan for so many days.
Realization finally dawned on Eileen.
The doctor meticulously cleaned the wound on Eileenâs forehead and reassured her, âItâs just a small wound. With proper care, it should heal well and avoid any scarring. The X-ray shows no concussion, but youâre suffering from hypoglycemia. You need to rest more and stick to regular meals.â
âDid you hear that, Eileen?â Phoebeâs tone carried a hint of scolding. âIf you keep pushing yourself to the brink like this, how will you ever manage to look after Bryan?â
But no sooner had Phoebe spoken than a wave of regret washed over her.
Eileenâs face turned pale, and her eyes clouded with a distant look. She grew quieter after Bryanâs name had been mentioned.
âIâve prescribed some medication for her. You can settle the bill now,â the doctor said, handing the receipt to Josue. Josue and Jacob then left the ward with the doctor.
Now, only Phoebe and Eileen remained in the room.
Discover more on gα â Î·Ï Î½ð ðs, com Phoebe took Eileenâs hands in hers and said, âEileen, I know youâre struggling right now, but you have to take care of yourself. If you donât, whatâs going to happen next?
You need to be strong.
âThe doctor said that Bryan is stable and might wake up soon. You still have Gabriela to care for, and Bailee and Ruby are waiting for you. You have so many people who care about you.â
After a heavy silence, Eileen finally spoke. âNow I understand why Bryan chose to stay in that small village before, even though it meant he might never come back.â
Her voice was rough, and tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke.
The waiting, she realized, was more torturous than the pain of thinking he had died. It was a relentless suffering.
Eileen muttered, âI shouldnât have gone to look for him before, right? At least that way, I could still hold on to the hope that he might still be alive. But nowâ¦â
Bryan was indeed still alive, but he couldnât give her any hope.
This was sheer torment for Eileen.
Bryan lay on the bed, within reach, so close that Eileen could touch him. As she leaned over, she could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the evenness of his breathing. Yet, despite these signs of life, he remained unresponsive.
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