How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 856

"Elodie."

"Elodie."

Someone gently shook her shoulder. Elodie's heavy eyelids fluttered open to the chaotic scene of an emergency room hallway.

An IV needle was still taped to the back of her hand, and the fluid in the drip bag beside her was nearly empty.

The nurse looked at her. "Elodie, right? The drip is almost finished. I'm going to take the needle out now."

Elodie rubbed her eyes and nodded.

She had come down with a sudden fever last night. She was supposed to meet the Silverstein family at City Hall at ten today to register their marriage, but she felt awful. So, she had come to the hospital early this morning for an IV. Since she came in early, it was finishing just in time. It was only nine-thirty; she could still make it.

The nurse was about to bend down to help her when a commotion erupted nearby. An ambulance had arrived, likely from a car accident. The nurse's expression changed instantly as the head nurse called her over.

Elodie was left speechless.

She glanced up at the IV bag. Fortunately, there was still a little fluid left. Someone would probably come by to take care of it soon.

She watched as the level in the bag dropped lower and lower, nearing the bottom.

Elodie started to feel anxious.

Just as she was about to get up to find someone, a figure appeared before her, blocking her path and the light.

He placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Stay seated."

Elodie blinked, looking up into a familiar face.

His features were cool and detached. His gaze swept down, landing on her for a brief moment. "What's wrong with you?"

Elodie was surprised to see him here, especially since they had been intimate just a few days ago, an encounter that had ended on a rather unpleasant note.

Faced with Jarrod's distant expression, she clenched her hand before answering, "I have a cold."

"What about you? What are you doing here?" Since they weren't close, she tried to make small talk to ease the awkwardness.

Jarrod knelt, his eyes on the back of her hand, a subtle frown creasing his brow. "A friend is in the hospital."

Elodie understood.

So it was a coincidence.

A coincidence on the day they were getting married.

"Are you afraid of needles?" Jarrod asked without looking up.

Yes, she was terrified.

The answer was immediate in her mind.

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