Chapter 804 Preparing for the Funeral
When Mary rushed over, she saw Sarah's pale face. "Sarah!"
Earlier that morning, Sarah had intentionally told her not to come, so Mary thought she would go buy some food for her. Unexpectedly, she got stuck in traffic and was delayed until now.
Sarah looked up at her, as if she had suddenly seen a lifeline. She almost collapsed as she stood up, "Mary."
Mary quickly supported her, "You should sit down first. How is Antonio now?"
"I don't know." Sarah's lips were dry, and she couldn't shed any more tears. "He's been in there for a long time. The nurse just came out and said he lost a lot of blood. I..."
"He'll be fine." Mary let her lean on her shoulder. "It's just blood loss, but they haven't asked you to sign a critical condition notice, have they?"
Mary believed Antonio wouldn't leave Sarah alone, and she trusted Timothy's medical skills. He was the best doctor in the world.
"You're right." Having Mary by her side, Sarah wasn't as panicked as before, but the fear in her heart didn't lessen; it only grew stronger.
Mary felt heartbroken and worried that the baby in Sarah's belly might be affected. She quickly poured a glass of water from the nearby water dispenser. "Sarah, drink some water first."
Her lips were dry.
Sarah took the cup with both hands, her eyes devoid of any light, staring unblinkingly at the door.
Mary saw this and could only stay by her side.
A few more hours passed.
As the door next to them opened, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to be torn open, a fierce wind cutting through Sarah's heart, causing her heart to momentarily stop.
Timothy walked out, still wearing his surgical gown, exuding a cold and stern aura.
Sarah clenched her hands tightly, almost too afraid to ask.
Mary glanced at her worriedly, then turned, "How is it? Was the surgery successful?"
Timothy looked at Mary's expectant face, a slight smile forming under his mask. He then turned to Sarah, his voice like a spring, "Ms. Miller, the surgery was very successful."
Sarah blinked, and she held her breath finally released.
"That's great!" Mary smiled happily, instinctively looking at Timothy across from her. She froze for a moment before turning her face away, "Sarah, did you hear that? The surgery was successful! Antonio is fine!"
Sarah knew Timothy could definitely do it.
"I heard." Sarah smiled through her tears, "Dr. Reed, thank you."
Timothy withdrew his gaze, "It's my duty as a doctor. He'll be transferred to the ICU in a while. Ms. Miller, you can go in and see him first."
He glanced at Mary, "I'll go change my clothes."
Hearing his confident voice, Sarah finally felt a weight lifted off her chest. She smiled and thanked him, "Okay, thank you, Dr. Reed."
Mary pursed her lips, feeling Timothy's last sentence was directed at her.
She didn't say anything.
Timothy gave her a deep look before walking away.
Mary felt relieved, sneaking a glance in the direction he left, then turned, "Sarah, Antonio is fine now. Why don't you go to rest? You didn't sleep much last night."
"I'm fine." Sarah sighed, realizing her palms were sweaty, "You should go rest. Thank you, Mary. Now that everything is fine, you should go back first."
Mary was like an angel sent by God. Without Mary, she really didn't know how she would have gotten through this.
Mary thought for a moment, "Okay, but you have to come with me."
Sarah was pregnant now; how could her body endure this?
Sarah, feeling helpless but knowing Mary meant well, nodded, "Okay, I'll go see him first."
Not long after, Antonio was transferred to the ICU, and a nurse came to help Sarah change into sterile clothing.
Once inside, she stood at the door, looking at Antonio lying on the bed not far away.
This scene seemed to overlap with the one in her dream that day. He lay lifelessly on the bed, as if he could disappear from this world at any moment.
Fortunately, his surgery was successful, and he would soon recover.
Sarah held back her tears, walking step by step to the bedside. Antonio's face was devoid of any color, and blood was still being transfused from the bag beside him.
She reached out, carefully touching his face.
Through the gloves, she couldn't feel the temperature, the coldness seeping into her bones.
She remembered, the first time she thought she had lost Antonio forever, she realized that nothing was more important than being alive.
As long as Antonio was still in this world, still with her, everything could be forgiven, everything could be let go.
So this time, it was the same.
She could understand all of Antonio's concerns; he just wanted to share the good things with the people he loved.
But having Sarah by his side was better than facing life and death alone.
Sarah only hoped Antonio could share everything with her, especially the bad things. As a couple, they should bear it together.
But now, it seemed, there was still a long way to go.
"Fool, you're such a fool." Sarah scolded.
If she didn't make him remember this time, who knew how many more times she would have to worry in the future.
She really didn't want to be the last to know about his suffering every time.
Sarah sighed heavily, leaned down, and kissed his forehead. She forced herself to leave the ICU, despite her reluctance and heartache.
That night, Timothy and another doctor stayed in the research room. Things went more smoothly than expected, and they got through it safely.
The next morning, when Antonio woke up, Timothy was examining him.
He anxiously looked outside, but Sarah was nowhere to be seen.
Antonio frowned, his voice hoarse, "Where is she?"
"Who?" Timothy glanced at him, "Ms. Miller?"
"Of course!"
Timothy continued writing in the medical record, recalling the threatening looks from the two women when they left last night. A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly, "You had a massive hemorrhage during the surgery last night. Ms. Miller probably thought you were a goner and went back first."
Antonio was puzzled. "Sarah left? She didn't leave a word?"
"Oh, she did." Timothy looked at him, "She said she went back to prepare for the funeral."
Antonio felt a chill in his heart, realizing Sarah was angrier than he thought.
For a moment, the joy of the successful surgery and being alive was forgotten.
He struggled to get up, wanting to go back to Capital City to find Sarah immediately!
Timothy quickly pressed him down, frowning, "The ventilator was just removed. Do you want it back?"
"My wife is about to leave, who cares about the ventilator?"
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