Chapter 9 The next day , I was indeed transferred to a regular ward . As the nurse wheeled my bed in , I immediately spotted the Lisianthus flowers on the windowsill , their petals still dotted with dewdrops . Patrick plucked one and placed it in my palm . " Just bought them this morning . Fresh . " " Yeah , they smell lovely too . " We sat talking for hours . From our first meeting , to my memory loss , then Patrick searching everywhere for a matching heart donor , and finally engineering our reunion . " So why not just tell me directly ? You wouldn't have waited so long . What if I never remembered ? " " Would you have believed me ? I feared shocking you . Besides , " he smiled , " even if you didn't remember , you fell for me all over again . " " So everyone at the hospital knew ? Only I was kept in the dark ? " " Pretty much . " I chuckled softly , inching closer to him . Over the following days , Patrick took leave from the hospital to stay with me constantly . I should've been overjoyed , yet I wasn't . My heart now ached frequently - a new sensation . Even in this regular ward , monitors still snaked across my body like in ICU , Chapter 9 Nurses and doctors dodged my questions . I remained clueless about my condition . Come Monday afternoon , I knew the doctor would round . After lunch , I feigned deep sleep . Patrick arrived first . His fingers brushed through my hair before clasping my hand . Scalding tears suddenly fell on my skin , each drop searing into my heart . Soon , the doctor entered . I heard him scrutinizing the monitors , then the soft rustle of papers . Both men stepped onto the balcony , gently closing the glass door . Even through the barrier , their conversation pierced the air . " Patrick , you see it too . Ruth's condition ... The massive hemorrhage strained her heart . Now these recurring rejection episodes - myocardial necrosis could strike anytime . " " I know , but- " Patrick's voice choked . Peeking through my lashes , I saw him . Tears escaped my own eyes . How could I not grieve ? I refuse to leave him alone again ..... " Still , don't lose hope . Rejection's common post - transplant , Ruth might still improve . Treatment could work . " Silence hung heavy . " Stay with her . I'll go . " The room turned still . I wrestled down my emotions , waiting minutes before pretending to stir awake . 1848 Patrick's eyes were bloodshot He strained to compose himself . I played oblivious , steering us to lighter topics How I wished , like the doctor said , I'd mend like others. Yet fate spun stubbornly against my wishes