Eventually, Patrick growled unhappily, "I'm done."Sean slowly turned and picked up the bedpan Patrick had peed in as if it was natural, emptied it, and cleaned it up before returning it to the ward.After that, he returned to the washroom and washed his hands.It seemed like a deliberate gesture to Patrick, as if to convey his disdain.And when Sean was done, he simply sat on the couch nearby.Both men did not say a word, leaving the ward in deathly silence.Patrick suddenly found it uncomfortable. He decided to restrain himself and ask, "How's John?"Sean looked up at him, surprise showing in his eyes as he appeared caught off guard that Patrick would ask about John."Do I look that cold to you?" Patrick demanded right then."Nope." Sean smiled faintly. "Well, he's still comatose, and he suffered worse burns than when he was caught in that hotel fire. There's so much bandage around his face now he looks like a mummy."What the hell kind of a description was that?!Sean the
Patrick simply felt uncomfortable in many ways—he wanted a fight, but he had no proper excuse for one. However, while he was bristling from head to toe, he suddenly heard faint but regular snoring.He turned and was left even more infuriated to find Sean sound asleep.How heartless Sean was, falling asleep just like that?!He had a million different ways to start a fight in his mind, only for that buster to fall asleep…He had to take deep breaths, using every fiber of restraint he had to stop himself from jumping out of bed and kicking Sean squarely in the face!-In John's ICU, Cordy was sitting beside his bed.His whole body—especially his face—was covered in bandages, and there was no way to recognize him.However, that familiar presence of his was still there, and Cordy could not describe how she felt—but it mostly hurt.That was why she had to restrain herself for a long while before she could finally speak."John," she called out to him.Then, silence ensued—she sud
Patrick huffed. "Why would I argue with him?"His tone was hostile, but he was keeping his voice down anyway, perhaps worried about waking Sean up.Cordy smiled, but she refrained from exposing the man.Patrick had his ego, and she did not want to make things awkward for him. She brought a blanket for Sean and gently laid it over him—Sean was always a light sleeper, and even if she was careful, he would have woken up on any other day.But this time, he was still sleeping soundly.Had he been busy? Probably.After all, there was a lot to do in the Cranston family right now, and there were occasionally family members who would add to his troubles. Sean, who had to shoulder everything by himself, was definitely under considerable stress.After tucking in Sean, Cordy returned to Patrick and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?""No way. I've been sleeping all day every day for days, and I can't sleep at all now," Patrick grumbled. "Did the doctors mention when I could get out of
And yet, Patrick suddenly flinched, catching her off guard."H-He…" He pointed behind Cordy through the pain, and Cordy turned to find that Sean had woken up.Patrick really gave her such a scare, and she almost thought he saw a ghost!Taking a deep breath, she asked, "You were awake?""Just woke up." Sean nodded calmly, appearing more composed than the couple before him. "I didn't mean to interrupt.""No, you did!" Patrick snapped, unable to control himself just then. "You really want to ruin everything for me, don't you?! It took me so much to muster my courage and kiss Cordy, but you had to mess with us!"Though Patrick was furious beyond words, Sean stayed calm and said, "Then I'll leave. You can continue."With that, he headed straight out of the room as Patrick glared furiously.It left Patrick taken aback, though Cordy felt a little awkward too, and they were left staring at each other in silence until Cordy asked, "So? Do we continue?"Patrick gulped—he certainly wante
Sean joked, "Congratulations on not dying."John smiled in turn. He then rasped, speaking with such difficulty as if his throat was dead, "Thanks. Though it seems my luck has run its course too."Sean naturally knew what John was referring to.Cordy was getting married, after all—he was going to lose her.After having done so much, he would be lying if he said he did not do it for Cordy."Patrick's a good man," Sean said. "It's no issue leaving Cordy and Dicky in his care."John's smile broadened—leaving his son and beloved woman in another man's care was no issue? It was true that a man like Patrick would never allow Cordy to be hurt again or his son to be bullied.And their lives might just be good with him.Even so, that was his son and beloved woman they were talking about… and Sean was telling him to give up before he did anything regardless!"Take your time and get some proper rest. You might be able to get out of bed in time to attend Cordy's wedding," Sean added wi
Cordy asked, "By the way, how's Grandfather?"Jesse had been unconscious for so long that the chances of him regaining consciousness were dwindling further."Same old." Sean sighed. "The doctors said that there's not much hope at this point.""What about the family?" Cordy asked worriedly."I'll keep things together for now," Sean said wearily."I thought you're reluctant.""Well, I have no choice when there's no one in the family who's up to task." Sean sighed. "Also, you don't have to worry about me—just keep Patrick company and nurse him. Anything else can wait."Cordy nodded."I'm going now. Call me if anything comes up," Sean said."Yeah. See you."Sean nodded and left.Cordy turned and started to return to Patrick's room.However, she paused for a moment before heading straight there.Patrick was staying in bed, bored, and exclaimed in surprise when he saw her, "Back so soon?""I was just seeing Sean out.""I thought you'd…" Patrick trailed off, hesitant.Cordy, h
"Lucas," Nana called out feebly in delight.In contrast, John was indifferent as his wheelchair stopped beside her bed.Nana tried to get up, but John said, "I'll just say a few things. Then I'll be gone."In other words, she did not have to do anything—because he would not care.Nana bit her lip to hold back her tears just then."I just came to tell you that I'm alive," John said bluntly. "But our so-called marriage is also over. And call me John Levine—Lucas Lynch is gone from this world."Nana's tears quietly streamed down her cheeks, but she asked, "Can you really still get together with Cordy now?"She did not ask about herself since she was in no place to talk terms with John now. Moreover, the fact that none of the Lynds were visiting her indicated that they had trouble fending for themselves.She could not compel John with her family's influence, and she could not coerce him with suicide.And since John saved her almost at the cost of his own life, he had already rep
John took a deep breath.Just as he was about to ask his care worker to take him back to his room, he ran into Cordy and Patrick.They must have been doing rounds around the hospital walkway and just happened to return.Since he kept running into the 'mummy', Patrick greeted him, "Yo, bro. Having a stroll out here?"John glanced between Patrick and Cordy, the latter staying silent. "Wait, you can't talk too? But your mouth isn't bandaged," Patrick joked.John pursed his lips. "You probably wouldn't want to hear what I have to say.""Really? But your voice sounds nice.""I'm John Levine."Patrick was dumbstruck right then—he definitely did not want to hear that.He stared at John in turn and wondered how badly hurt John was that he ended up looking like that.Nonetheless, John said politely, "I won't impose." He gestured at his care worker, who wheeled him away.Patrick watched as he left casually and turned towards Cordy, frowning. "Did you recognize him?""Yeah." Cordy