Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 479:noveldrama

“Thank you for saying that—and for not blaming me. How are you feeling today?”

Rachel didn’t hold back. “It feels like it’s healing in some places,” she said honestly. “But for the most part, it feels worse, like it’s tearing more. I looked in the mirror, but I could only see the upper part of the wounds.”

The doctor immediately stood up to examine her. “Let me have a look.”

Rachel removed her shirt, and the moment the doctor saw the wounds, she froze. “You’re right,” she said, her face filled with concern. “It’s gotten worse. The swelling hasn’t gone down, and there’s significant inflammation with some areas showing signs of infection. I’m afraid the friction from your clothing has only aggravated the injury. How did you sleep last night?”

“On my stomach,” Rachel answered. “I’ve done my best to avoid putting pressure on my back.”

“In that case, I would recommend hospitalization at this point. If your injury gets any worse, it will be much harder to treat, and you’ll end up suffering even more.”

“I understand. Is there anything I need to prepare before admission?”

The doctor excused herself to make a brief phone call. “We’re currently out of beds,” she said upon returning. “But a patient is set to be discharged tomorrow, so I’ve reserved that bed for you. Come back at nine tomorrow morning. For now, I’ll reapply the ointment. Be sure to minimize any friction between your skin and your clothes.”

“Got it. Thank you so much for your help.”

After the treatment, Rachel stepped out of the clinic but stopped in her tracks when she heard someone call her name.

It was Tracy.

It seemed like the more Rachel wanted to avoid her, the more likely it became for them to run into each other. What terrible luck.

“Rachel, what are you doing at the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?” Tracy asked in feigned concern.

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝖼𝗈𝗺

Rachel didn’t bother to hide her displeasure. “I came here with a client,” she said coldly.

“Oh?” Tracy deliberately raised her voice, her doubt apparent in her tone. “But I just saw you coming out of the consultation room all by yourself!”

Rachel said nothing. Was Tracy that oblivious to her lack of interest, or was she doing it on purpose? Why was she so persistent?

Rachel pressed her lips into a thin line, too exhausted to deal with Tracy for another second.

“Tracy, I’m ready,” another voice said.

It was Brian.

Rachel recognized it immediately. It was a voice she knew all too well. Even if it was hoarse or strained, there was no mistaking it. That voice was etched deeply in her mind and heart, the voice that haunted her every hour of the day. It whispered in her ear, called out to her through the phone. She had heard it so many times.

Hell, it felt like it had been calling out to her her entire life.

Brian’s gaze swept over Rachel, scrutinizing her from head to toe. “What are you doing in the hospital?”

“I’m here with a client,” Rachel replied, giving the same answer she had given Tracy.

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