Grandma was still mumbling, "Call Henry, call Henry..."
I bolted out of the hospital, hopped into my car, and zoomed towards Henry's workplace.
Upon arrival, I stormed into the President's office.
Henry was nowhere to be found. His personal assistant informed me that he was away on a business trip, but couldn't provide any details about his whereabouts.
Just as I processed this unsettling news, another message arrived: [Leaving for elopement.]
I walked out of the company quickly and went back to my grandmother, telling her that Henry was busy and wouldn't be back for a while, so I asked her to take a nap.
Grandma was still calling Henry. Eventually, fatigue overcame her, and she drifted into sleep.
The doctor gave us the bad news. Grandma had about a day left to live. If there were any last requests to be made, this was the time to do it.
As the hours ticked by, I persisted in calling Henry. I even asked his assistant to look for him, but we couldn't find him.
As Grandma's condition worsened, even consuming liquid food became impossible. Despite her fading consciousness, she persistently muttered, "Henry, Henry, I need to ask..."