Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 482:

Rachel’s lips curved slightly in gratitude. “Thank you.”

As she made her way to the inpatient department, her eyes skimmed over the list of hospital departments on the elevator panel. A sudden thought struck her.

If she remembered correctly, Myrna was in this hospital.

Three days later, once her wounds had improved a little, Rachel decided to visit her classmate.

She hadn’t expected to arrive at such an unfortunate moment. As she approached Myrna’s door, faint but agonizing groans reached her ears.

The sounds were broken, almost gasping, yet they carried an unmistakable weight of pain and sorrow.

Even without stepping inside, Rachel could feel the sheer weight of suffering inside that room.

She figured Myrna was in the middle of a chemotherapy session. People said that no matter how strong or brave someone was, chemotherapy was unbearable.

One session alone was enough to bring even the toughest soul to their knees.

And for Myrna, who was already in the late stages of cancer, the treatment would be even harsher—stronger doses, more frequent sessions.

Rachel had read about it before, but hearing someone actually go through it, this close and this real, was something else entirely. The sound of pain was far worse than she had ever imagined.

Rachel had no idea how long she had been standing outside.

It wasn’t until a doctor walked out and the room had been silent for a while that she finally stepped forward and softly knocked on the door.

“Rachel?” Myrna looked up, surprise flashing in her tired eyes. “Why are you here?”noveldrama

She had just finished a chemotherapy session, and it showed. Her face was deathly pale, drained of color, and her voice wavered with weakness as she spoke.

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Noticing her struggle to sit up, Rachel hurried forward. “Don’t get up. Just rest.”

“I haven’t been feeling well these past few days, so I’ve been staying here too. But I’m doing better now, so I thought I’d drop by to see you,” Rachel explained simply.

A weak smile barely formed on Myrna’s pale lips. “Rachel, thank you for still remembering me and coming all this way. You know, ever since I got sick, fewer people visit. Especially my relatives—they act like I have something contagious. They won’t even come close.”

Rachel frowned. “How could they do that?”

Myrna let out a weak breath before continuing, “Honestly, I can’t even blame them. Huey took out a lot of loans for my treatment, and now there’s a mountain of debt. Everyone has their own struggles, and most of my relatives aren’t doing well financially either. I can’t hold it against them.”

Just from speaking so much at once, Myrna looked completely drained. Rachel softly helped her lie back down. “You should rest. I’ll stay with you. You don’t have to talk.”

“Alright.”

A short while later, Myrna’s eyes fluttered shut, worn out from exhaustion.

Assuming she had fallen asleep, Rachel stood up and moved to close the curtains.

But before she could, Myrna’s weak voice called out again. “Rachel, the sunlight outside is beautiful… and the view, too. Don’t close the curtains. Let me enjoy it a little longer. Soon… I may not get to see it anymore.”

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