Chapter 96
Chapter 96:
Lynda stood up. “Got it.”
At that moment, across the city, Brandon arrived at the hospital.
His grandfather, Derek, had been admitted the day before. Brandon had tried visiting a few times, but Norma, furious on Derek’s behalf, had sent him away every time.
Now, finally, he’d heard that she’d stepped out to rest at a nearby hotel. This was his chance.
He pushed the door open slowly. Derek lay in bed, fast asleep.
The caregiver was struggling to turn him and clean his back. Despite the movement, Derek didn’t stir.
His condition was clearly worsening.
Without warning, Millie’s face flashed across Brandon’s mind.
He remembered the quiet way she had cared for Derek during his last round of illness.
The caregiver lost grip and almost dropped Derek. Brandon stepped in without thinking.
Derek wasn’t light—lifting him took effort.
Again, he thought of Millie. Of her small hands, her slight frame. How she never said anything, just handled it all quietly.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Watson. I couldn’t keep him still,” the caregiver said, her voice laced with concern as she glanced at Brandon.
With a quick, dismissive wave, Brandon motioned for her to step back. He carefully rolled Derek over.
“I’ll handle it,” Brandon said, gently taking the towel from her hands to clean Derek himself.
The caregiver brought in a basin filled with water, then quietly slipped out of the VIP hospital room, leaving Brandon alone with Derek.
Brandon continued wiping Derek’s back, then carefully repositioned him onto his other side. Derek remained completely unconscious, unable to assist, making the task a struggle even for a grown man like Brandon. After getting Derek onto his back, Brandon focused on cleaning the front of him.
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As he dipped the towel back into the basin, he noticed the water had turned cold. It was time to fetch a fresh basin of hot water from the bathroom.
He repeated the process until Derek was finally clean. The entire task took nearly half an hour. Updates are released by.net
By the time he finished, sweat dampened Brandon’s brow, and he exhaled a long, weary breath. He paused for a moment, realizing just how much energy it took to care for someone elderly.
He knew he was stronger than Millie, but even he felt exhausted. How much more draining must it be for her?
As he stood there, watching Derek lying quietly, Brandon’s thoughts drifted to Millie and her tireless routine of daily care.
A moment passed before Brandon shook his head, grabbed the basin, and went to empty the water. Just as he was about to leave the room, he heard voices in the hallway.
“My back’s killing me. Taking care of a patient every single day is exhausting,” remarked the caregiver who had been tending to Derek earlier.
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