Yates advised, “Try them one by one if you must, but it’ll take forever. That’s not a real solution. The best thing to do is reach out to every hospital you can—see if there’s a match somewhere.”
“I’ll go talk to Jessy about it,” Vince replied.
He knocked on Jessica’s door, but there was no answer, even after a long pause.
With no other choice, he opened the door and stepped inside.
Jessica was still lying in bed.
Vince hurried to her side, calling, “Jessy, Jessy…”
She didn’t respond at all.
“Jessy, wake up. Come on, Jessy.”
Finally, Jessica’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she felt was a wave of pain in her abdomen that made it hard to breathe.
“Vince… it hurts…”
Her voice was little more than a whisper, her brows knit tightly in pain.
Vince quickly helped her sit up, grabbing a pillow to prop behind her back. “Where’s your medication? Take your pills first, then I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
“They’re in my bag.”
Vince rushed to pour her a glass of water, fished the pills out of her purse, and handed them to her.
He’d read about her illness online—apparently, it could be excruciating when it flared up.
It had been almost four months since her diagnosis. Thankfully, the cancer hadn’t spread any further; in fact, there were signs it might even be shrinking. Otherwise, by now she’d probably be bedridden.
She’d been doing relatively well the past few days.
It must have been last night—she’d gotten so upset, and the stress had set off another attack.
“I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“Are Mom and Dad home?”
Even now, Jessica was worried about their parents finding out. She hated the idea of them getting hurt by this.
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