Chapter 6
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I watched as the last drop of IV fluid disappeared, the monitor’s soft beep marking the end of the infusion. The doctor packed up
his kit and glanced at Yannick. “Mr. Jordan, I’ll come again tomorrow.”
I pulled my hand away from Yannick’s grasp, my fingers brushing against the small bandage on the back of my hand.
“I’m fine now. You should go.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Go where? What, now that you’re done with me, you’re just tossing me back into the guest room?”
I forced a small, tired smile. “No, I mean… you’re free. You can go wherever you want.‘
Without another word, he turned and walked out. The door slammed shut behind him, the impact shaking the walls.
Yeah. He was pissed.
I had planned to hold out until the seventh day, but what was the point? I had already gotten everything I wanted.
In the end, it was all about the experience.
I had been selfish. If hell existed, I’d probably be first in line.
On the ninth day of my illness, I still had a mild fever, but that did not stop me from dragging myself out to buy a burial plot.
The saleswoman smiled politely, “What kind of arrangements would your elderly relative prefer?”
I shook my head. “It’s for me.”
Her smile faltered.
“As for requirements…” I tilted my head, pretending to think about it. Under her increasingly sympathetic gaze, I finally said, “I
want it to be lively.”
I hated being alone. There was nothing I could do about it while I was alive, but at least in death, I did not want to be isolated.
I had probably pissed Yannick off too much to count on him for my funeral, so I would have to trouble Quella instead.
When they asked for an emergency contact, I wrote down her number. Then, on a whim, I asked her to come with me for a fancy
photoshoot.
She raised a brow. “A birthday shoot? Are you finally coming around?”
I just smiled.
It was not a weird assumption. After all, my birthday was in two days.
