She didn't understand, but she nodded along anyway.
After a few minutes, I pushed her away from me. "Go to the hospital! Find the doctor!"
She let go of my hand reluctantly, then turned and ran out through the mountains.
I forced myself to stand, leaning against the trees along the way as I stumbled into the villa.
On the table, I spotted a phone number scrawled on a piece of paper.
Nathan's.
I pulled out my phone and dialed.
Before I could even speak, his voice came through, laced with confusion.
I clenched my fist instinctively. I was going to give him one last chance.
"Nathan, I'm dying..."
Silence stretched on the other end. When he finally spoke, his tone was dripping with mockery.
"Sarah, I know you've hated me for the past ten years, but don't you think this is a bit much?"
"Everyone told me you were discharged after a couple of days. How could you possibly still be sick after all this time?"
"Your illness cleared up a long time ago, didn't it."
I let out a long, slow breath. He scoffed.
"Sarah, I know the reason you came looking for me is because you never got over us. So how about this—you come live with Ethel and me. The three of us, together."