Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2114

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2114

"Grandma will be okay, right, Mommy?" Lucius asked in a small voice, hugging Joan's legs.

"She'll be fine. Don't worry."

The women from the village sighed, giving the mother and son pitiful sidelong glances.

"He's so young, he wouldn't be able to bear the thought of parting with Ms. Young..."

"Of course, he's been with her since he was little..."

As their conversation grew louder and louder, Joan pulled her son away so that he wouldn't be able to overhear it.

"What were they talking about, Mommy?"

"Nothing, Lucius. Wait for me here, okay? I'll go buy you breakfast," Joan told him, patting his head lightly.

"I'm not hungry," he shook his head. "We can eat after Grandma comes out."

Click!

The lit-up sign above the operating theater finally switched off as everyone held their breaths. Her eyes widening as she saw the doctor exit the theatre and pull off his mask, Joan instantly rushed over to clutch his arm.

She wanted to ask about Delilah's condition, and about whether or not the surgery was a success. But for some reason, she couldn't get the words out of her mouth.

"What's wrong, Joan?" Some of the other women tapped her shoulder. "Joan?"

A wave of dizziness suddenly overcame her, and she fell to the floor.

"Joan!"

The last thing she heard before blacking out completely was Larry calling out her name.

In another ward, Larry sat by the bedside, patiently waiting for Joan to regain consciousness while everyone else gathered in Delilah's room. Fortunately, the surgery had gone well, and she would not suffer from any lingering side effects. All she needed now was to be monitored throughout her recovery process.

"Where's Joan?" The old woman rasped out, glancing around.

"She went out to buy food for you and Lucius."

"Lucius has been waiting for you to wake up so he could eat with you."

The women all chuckled carefreely, a heavy burden lifted off of their shoulders now that they knew Delilah was alright.

"This happened because she's been overworking herself and suffering from large amounts of psychological stress," the doctor clarified, gesturing to a still unconscious Joan. "She'll be fine. She just needs to take care of her own health more."

Nodding numbly, Larry stared at Joan with pained eyes. Recent events regarding Delilah and Lucius had to have been hard on her. Poor thing. He took her hand in his, gripping it tightly.

"Ugh... Ms. Young..." Joan muttered with much difficulty, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Wake up, Joan," Larry whispered, gently shaking her. "Ms. Young's surgery was a success."

"No, Ms. Young... You can't leave, what am I supposed to do if you leave? And what about Lucius... Ms. Young..." A tear escaped Joan's closed eyelids, slowly trickling down her face. Even in her sleep, she was worried over Delilah.

"No!" She cried out, coming to and sitting up abruptly.

"Joan, it's me. You're okay." Larry instantly wrapped his arms around her, holding her close in an attempt to soothe her.

"Larry? Where's Ms. Young? Is she alright?" Completely oblivious to her own condition, she couldn't think about anything else other than Delilah.

"Yes, she is. Don't worry." He brushed her hair aside, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Do you want to go see her? I think she's already awake."

Without a second word, Joan climbed off of the bed and ran all the way to Delilah's ward, not caring that she was barefoot.

"Ms. Young!" she yelled out, slamming the door open.

Everyone in the ward immediately swiveled their heads to look at her, the atmosphere growing tense.

"Is that Joan?" Delilah asked weakly.

Upon hearing her voice, Joan burst out sobbing once more. Pushing past the small crowd surrounding Delilah, she stared at the frail, old woman laying on the hospital bed.