ANDREW’S POV. (Blair’s father)
I rolled Loveth’s wheelchair down the hospital hall, just as she had requested. Spending every day with her was bittersweet; while I cherished the time together, it pained me to watch her grow weaker. Unfortunately, my magic could not save her.
“Andrew?” Loveth called softly, reaching for my hand.
“What is it, my love?” I leaned in closer to her, concerned.
“Get me out of here,” she said firmly.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. “I can’t let you out of here without the doctor’s permission,”
“Then sneak me out… I need to be somewhere else. I’m tired of this hospital, the smell, everything. Please, Andrew, take me out of here,” tears streamed down her cheeks.
My heart shattered at the sight of her tears. I couldn’t deny her request. I had to find a way to ……
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