How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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Elodie's fever kept coming back, and she never regained consciousness.

Everything she'd been through lately had pushed her to the breaking point, and in the end, her body just gave out.

Jarrod stayed by her side all night.

By morning, he'd already called Rosemary and Emile, asking them to get to the hospital as early as possible. He made sure Esmeralda and the others didn't get left out, either. He knew they were Elodie's closest friends-they deserved to know what was happening, and he didn't want them kept in the dark.

If he was being honest, part of him just wanted as many people there as possible, hoping that maybe their presence could give Elodie sstrength.

Elodie cto for only a brief moment before she was wheeled into surgery. Jarrod forced himself upright and, using his wheelchair, made his way to the doors of the operating room.

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His grandmother arrived soon after. Seeing Jarrod in the wheelchair, she approached, her eyes full of concern as she studied him for a long moment. "At least you're stepping up," she said quietly. "Your mother toldyou've made up your mind?" Jarrod nodded. "This is the best option we have." She hesitated, almost as if she wanted to say more, but finally just sighed. "I used to hope you two would give us a child. But now, with Elodie's health like this, nothing matters more than her getting better. As long as you don't regret your choice, the rest of us have nothing to say." She'd been through enough in her life to know when to let go. Even if she disagreed, what good would it do to add to their worry? Jarrod squeezed her hand gently. "You know me, Grandma." He was far from perfect, but when he said he'd do something, he meant it.

His grandmother let out a worried sigh, but didn't say anything else. Soon Emile arrived with Rosemary.

Technically, Rosemary could have signed the surgery consent form herself, but Jarrod insisted, "Letdo it. If she wakes up, she can blme for making this decision for her." Rosemary's eyes filled with tears. To her, it just seemed like her daughter's short life had been nothing but suffering. With the risk this surgery held, she couldn't help but be anxious.

Emile put his arm around Rosemary and gave Jarrod a steady look. "Alright." Once he finished signing his name, Jarrod realized his palms were slick with sweat. Every nerve in his body was stretched taut, and a rare, creeping sense of panic gnawed at him.

He'd never thought of himself as someone easily scared.

But now, his hands wouldn't stop shaking.

Elias, now in scrubs and prepped for surgery, cover and caught Jarrod's eye. "We'll do everything we can," he promised.

He'd made the svow to Elodie-he'd get her through this. Jarrod looked up and, after a moment, nodded. "Thank you." Elias turned and disappeared behind the doors.

They swung shut with a finality that made everyone tense.

Esmeralda was so strung out she could barely move; her hands were clasped together in silent prayer, lips moving as she begged God for a miracle. Alexander, noticing her rigid posture, started nervously digging his nails into his own hand just to distract himself.

He let out a sigh, gently pried her hands apart, and offered his arm'as a substitute for her to clench.

Her grip was so strong he was certain she'd leave bruises.

The hallway went silent.

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No one spoke-only the sound of broke Esmeralda's restless pacing the stillness. The length of the surgery depended on how things went.

But Elodie had been inside for nearly three hours already.

Esmeralda was sweating with anxiety. "Tasked. They said it shouldn't take more than three hours. Why is it dragging on so long?"

Jarrod's lips pressed into a hard line. He stared at the closed doors, his eves The content is on teleddoors, novelenglish.net! bloodshot and unblinking.

Several times, nurses rushed in and out, each treturning with more bags of blood.

The sight made everyone's faces drain of color.

It was obvious-there'd been serious bleeding.

Jarrod's expression changed instantly.

His heart pounded so hard, sharp pain shot through his ribs.

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