Chapter 256
Blake’s POV
William Parker rested against the hospital bed, afternoon light streaming through the half–drawn blinds. I stood beside him, holding his hand, feeling how fragile his bones had become
“I don’t have any other requests,” William sald, his voice weak but clear.
“You should arrange Audrey’s funeral as soon as possible.”
My hand tensed around his.
“Your grandfather has no wishes now,” he continued. “I just want to see Audrey properly laid to rest before I die.”
I lifted my head, looking directly at him. Something in my chest tightened.
“Grandfather,” I said quietly. “Do you really believe she’s dead too?”
Audrey’s POV
“Checkmate! I win this time!”
Felix’s voice pulled me from darkness. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the brightness of an unfamiliar room. In the
corner, Felix sat with an elderly man at a chess board.
“You little rascal,” The old man said, stroking his beard. “No respect for your elders anymore, huh?”
Felix grinned. “So you’ve been letting me win all these years?”
“Nonsense,” The old man snorted. “I know exactly how bad I am at chess.”
He turned and noticed I was awake. I recognized him immediately – Dr. Harrison Clarke, the renowned physician who had helped wake Blake from his vegetative state two years ago. His demeanor shifted instantly to professional assessment:
“Look who’s back,” he said, approaching my bed. “You’ve been out for a day. How do you feel?”
My throat burned. “You saved me…”
“Of course!” he replied. “Though racing cars into rivers with terminal cancer isn’t exactly recommended. You’re lucky to be
alive at all.”
Felix jumped in. “Grandpa, cut it out. She did it for her friend and for me.”
Dr. Clarke shot Felix a cold look. “You’re not one to talk. A grown man letting a dying woman take risks for him!”
Felix fell silent, looking away.
I glanced between them. “You two are…”
He’s my grandfather,” Felix confirmed. “I didn’t know how sick you were until recently. If I’d known sooner, I would’ve asked him to help you.”
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I managed a smile. “It’s fine. Life and death are determined by te. I’ve been ready for the end since my diagnosis.
I turned to Dr. Clarke. “My friend… can you help her? Your team woke Blake from his vegetative state. Could you do the same for her?”
Dr. Clarke raised an eyebrow. “You’re dying, and you’re worried about your vegetative friend?”
“Because I’m dying,” I said firmly. “That’s why I want her to wake up. She still has time to recover.”
He studied me, then sighed, his experienced eyes assessing my condition.
“Do you know why I came to New York?” he asked.
“It was
“To treat your friend,” he interrupted. “Blake Parker hired my entire team to come here and treat Rachel Hayes. He said she’s important to him and he’d pay anything to wake her.”
I stared at him, struggling to process this.
“Quite ironic,” he continued. “He pays to bring me here for Rachel, while you try to smuggle her out so I can treat her abroad. Is there some misunderstanding between you two?”
“Aren’t you two married? I think you should take…”
“Blake and I are divorced,” I interrupted.
His eyebrows shot up. “Divorced? How? When I treated Blake two years ago, you seemed inseparable.”
He shook his head. “William Parker wouldn’t stop bragging about his grandson’s devoted wife. I’ve been using you two as my example of enduring love at medical conferences.”
“In our field, we see relationships crumble under medical stress. You two were different.”
Felix cleared his throat. “Grandpa, they’re divorced. No need to reopen old wounds. Blake left her for someone else. Let’s change the subject.”
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did not see this coming although I’ve never heard someone in a vegetative state while conscious
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