You Are Mine (English)

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: You’re The Only I Can Trust

Something in the way Donald looked at Edie frightened her. He ranted and raved, and she thought he was going to have another nervous breakdown. She nodded, not because she agreed, but because she wanted him to calm down. "I promise. I won’t say anything to anyone," she said. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Donald absorbed the words with his eyes closed and a smile fixed on his face. "Thank you. Edie," he said. As tears escaped his eyes, he went to wipe them, but he was too weak. His anguish overpowered him, and he lost consciousness.

"Donald, wake up. Something’s wrong," Edie said out loud. "Dr. Clark," Edie screamed. Her quivering voice echoed through the room and into the ward.

Dr. Clark immediately entered and saw Donald lying on the bed. He rushed over and checked Donald over. He let out a sigh of relief and said, "He’s going to be okay."

"I don’t understand? What happened to him?" Edie asked frantically.

"Donald suffers from chronic headaches that cause him to faint repeatedly," Dr. Clark explained to her.

Edie looked confused. "Is that normal?" she asked. freēwebnovel.com

"His illness is becoming fatal every day he goes without treatment. It doesn’t have to be a death sentence, but he keeps refusing my help. That means...." Dr. Clark hesitated. "It’s only a matter of time, but he will die."

Edie gasped. "Oh my God," she said. "What can we do?"

"I have been trying to talk Donald into going to another medical facility out of the city. They have very limited resources and equipment available to help him. If he stays here, there’s nothing I can do to help him." Dr. Clark said.

Edie looked at him first in disbelief, then confusion, and finally, she blurted out, "Can we force him to go? There must be something we can do for him?" she asked.

Dr. Clark shook his head and said, "No, there’s nothing we can do. I’ve tried talking to him and explaining the seriousness of his condition, but he keeps refusing treatment. I don’t know what else I can do? Have you tried talking to him? Maybe he’ll listen to you."

Edie nodded. "I tried numerous times, but I won’t stop until he agrees. He needs help, and there has to be some way that we can make him see it," she said.

The doctor’s words struck her like a blow. The emotion was so strong; she couldn’t breathe. Her mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Edie thought she should leave and forget about Donald. ’He has his own family, and I have mine. I have no right to tell him what to do with his life.’ Then Edie’s thoughts drifted back to when they were in high school. ’I lived as a servant in Greg’s home, but Donald never gave up on me and helped me through it. I remember going to school every day hungry, and when he found out, he bought me lunch. Then his mother found out, and she stopped giving Donald money, but that didn’t stop him. He still found a way to help me. So how could I possibly leave him now?’

Countless memories washed over her. ’Donald and I were so much in love back then. When he went away to work, I was afraid he would get hurt, but I never expected that he would forget about me completely. I called his mother, asking her what happened to Donald, but she would only hang up on me.’ Edie’s heart was racing, and she thought it was going to explode out of her chest or through her neck as the blood was pulsing through her veins. She took a deep breath to calm down. ’Then Donald comes back to the city engaged to Joanna. I was heartbroken, and for so long, I was lost until Stuart entered my life. How our lives have changed.’ Desperately Edie tried to get her thoughts under control.

Edie felt numb, mesmerized by the fact that Donald looked so peaceful after his delirium. As she looked at him lying helpless in the bed, trying to control the overwhelming and mixed emotions that suddenly erupted. Edie closed her eyes and began to pray, "Please, God, make Donald forget about me." When she opened her eyes, Donald was looking at her. She shook her head as an ache blossomed in her heart. "You’re awake," she said.

Donald nodded his head. "I’m surprised you’re still here," he said.

"Dr. Clark, he’s awake," Edie said loudly. "I couldn’t leave you in the state you were in. I was worried about you."

Dr. Clark came into the room and gave Donald a thorough check-up. He looked at Edie and said, "He’s weak, but he’ll be fine."

Donald struggles to sit up in bed. "Here, let me help you," Edie said.

She propped him up with pillows, and he nodded his dazed head. "Thank you for staying with me," he said.

"I’m leaving, and I want you to rest. I don’t want you to worry, and I won’t say anything about your condition," she said. Edie moved to the bed stand and poured water for him with shaking hands. She brings it over to him, and without hesitation, Donald placed his hands around hers and guided the glass to his lips.

Donald shook his head and said, "It’s late. Why don’t you spend the night here? I’m sure there’s another room, or you could stay here."

Edie was puzzled with his suggestion but responded quickly. "Stuart’s waiting for me, I have to go."

Donald began to trail off as his face grew two shades paler. "Stuart," he muttered under his breath. His mood seemed a little altered, quiet, still, and confused. Everything became clear to him that Edie was living with another man. Donald looked at Edie as she was about to walk out the door. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice was weak and faint.

"You helped me once, and now it’s my turn to repay you. I’ll see you soon," Edie said.

"If I have anymore....." Donald hesitated. "Do you mind if I call you if I have any more episodes? You’re the only I can talk too," he said. "There’s no one I trust more than you."