Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 999

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 999

"Finnick, don't you know our little pumpkin's dead? Don't you know?" Vivian let out a devastating cry as her face contorted in anguish. Her sudden roar shocked Finnick into silence.

Has she regained her memories? Finnick instantly shot a puzzled gaze at the doctor, who hurriedly asked him to hold Vivian down so he could figure out what went wrong.

Swiftly, the doctor observed her condition and measured her heartbeat. He concluded that she was still mentally unstable. The only difference from before was that she had now accepted the fact that Larry was dead.

To Finnick, it was bad news. He thought she could live in her imaginary world without being bothered, but then this happened.

Even if he wanted to advise her, she wouldn't listen to him as she had lost her mind.

"I suggest hypnosis," said the doctor. That was the only way to help her get better.

Finnick was at a loss for words. Should I take the risk? What if the therapy fails?

"The worst possibility is that she will continue being in a mentally unstable state. Her condition might also worsen. I've already explained the pros and cons to you. We're friends, so I'll leave it to you to make up your mind."

The doctor told Finnick to consider carefully as there was still hope. After all, they were hoping she would recover by taking the medications, too. Both methods were possible, so he wished Finnick could give them both a try.

Finnick couldn't make up his mind and gave Benedict a call. After explaining the situation to Benedict, he rushed here in ten minutes.

"Ben!" Finnick greeted Benedict warmly. Benedict nodded at both Finnick and the doctor in return before asking anxiously, "So you still can't decide?"

Actually, when Benedict first heard of the situation from Finnick's lips, he didn't feel like answering. After all, Vivian's Finnick's wife. She would be spending the rest of her life with Finnick.

He would support Finnick's decision wholeheartedly. Upon seeing how stumped Finnick was, he analyzed the situation for him calmly.

"Look, Vivian won't be able to recover for the time being. She will either have a slow recovery by taking the prescribed drugs or recover swiftly through hypnosis. The first method is slow but safe, while the second method is fast but risky."

He picked out the important points and explained them to Finnick. Shortly after, Finnick met his gaze and announced, "I pick hypnosis. Let's do this."

I can't see Vivian being in this state anymore. It breaks my heart to see her suffer. He had made up his mind after thinking through it carefully.

Turning to glance at Vivian, who was sitting in her chair obediently, he fell into deep thought. Vivian, if this therapy fails, will you blame me for ruining your whole life? Don't you worry. Even if you remain ill for the rest of your life, you'll be my only wife. No one will ever take over your spot. I'm only worried you'll blame me for choosing the slow recovery method that caused your condition to worsen. If you become sane again, that is.

Tears shimmered in his eyes. No one knew how much courage he had to pluck in order to make this decision.

Vivian was also gazing at him earnestly. For a moment, Finnick thought she was no longer mad, but that was only his imagination. He let out a bitter chuckle and tore at his hair in frustration. "How will you hypnotize her?"

Finnick had no idea how it would work. He wanted to ask the necessary questions so he could prepare himself before the session began.

"There's no need to prepare anything. I only need someone who she trusts," the doctor looked at them and answered. Two among three of the most important people in Vivian's life were right here.