Goodbye, My Love

As she strained to decipher their conversation, she noted Marco’s nervous repetition.

“Is she truly okay, doctor? When will she come around? Doesn’t she need specialist attention?”

The doctor began by answering stoically, much like an automated response system. As Marco persisted, the doctor’s responses were reduced to head nods and shakes. Eventually, he snapped, “Sir, your girlfriend merely has a fever, she’s not critically ill. I’ve prescribed her antipyretics and hydration. She’ll be fine.”

Marco’s worry persisted. “What should I do?”

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After a pause, the doctor advised, “Keep a close eye on her diet. And avoid letting her get soaked in the rain…”

At this, Loraine coughed involuntarily, alerting Marco to her consciousness. He rushed to her side, a worried inquiry on his Lips,

“How are you feeling, Loraine? Are you feeling better now?”

Before she could respond, he was already expressing his regrets.

“I’m sorry. I hurried to the hospital and forgot a few things. Is the environment unsuitable? Would you prefer a private VIP room?”

Loraine’s eyes met Marco’s, the recent events flooding back. Coldly, she averted her gaze, not ready to engage with him.

Seeing her impassive behavior, Marco felt a pang of disappointment.

Just then, a nurse entered the room carrying medicine, her knock disrupting the tense silence.

On noticing Marco, the nurse’s eyes bulged in surprise. Looking at

Loraine on the bed, she clasped her hand over her mouth, barely concealing her shock.

“You, you, you… Oh my! The real Marco and Loraine in the flesh!”

Marco’s brows furrowed as he positioned himself between the nurse and the bed. He eyed her suspiciously, wondering if she was mentally stable.

After a brief coughing fit, the nurse regained her composure. Her smile was as bright as ever.

“Apologies. I’m a fan of both Mr. Bryant and

Miss Torres. It’s a bit thrilling to see you two here.”

Although he’d promoted the relationship with Loraine, Marco wasn’t familiar with their fans. Ignoring the nurse’s excitement, he responded icily, “Could you start her infusion?”

“Of course, right away.”

As the nurse prepared Loraine’s infusion, Marco’s intense gaze made her nervous.

Once the infusion was in place, she sighed in relief. Loraine had turned away, seemingly avoiding Marco, who sat motionless by the bed’s edge.