Chloe's POV
The bottom line of what he had said was that even the doctors didn't have hope.
I did though and that's why I got on my knees and prayed.
I prayed for him to survive the surgery so I could properly thank him for everything that he had done for me so far, however it seemed even my prayer points were a more cruel fate than him going now.
He wouldn't be able to use his lungs and might remain a vegetable for the rest of his life.
He wasn't an arrogant man, but he had his pride like every man and realising that he had to be reduced to such a state would have definitely been something he wouldn't want, so I had to go.
I had to be there even though he might be heavily induced with drugs or the pain, I still had to tell him that I was truly grateful.
So I ran. I ran as fa
