After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 116
Before she could create a natural illusion, Sebelia realized that there was a major obstacle standing in her way: the illness that had not yet been fully cured. That illness was the chain keeping her bound to this place.
What should I do?
Sebelia pondered the situation. Her condition wasn’t bad. Since coming to the lab, she hadn’t lost blood once, and there had been no instances of her body stiffening.
If possible, after her discharge, she could occasionally visit the lab or receive her medication delivered from a distance.
But whatever the case, I can’t make the decision alone.
She wanted to follow the advice of a professional. No matter how anxious she felt, she didn’t want to make the foolish decision of missing the right time for treatment because of it.
So, when she was asked the next day during her consultation with Watts if she had any concerns, she was secretly relieved.
“Is there something concerning you lately? I don’t mean to meddle, but I want to make sure I understand if your collapse last time was stress-related.”
“Ah…”
Sebelia hesitated for a moment. Thinking about it, she wondered if sharing her concerns might be unpleasant for Watts. But he seemed willing to wait until she spoke.
With a calm demeanor, Sebelia replied,
“Actually, I left my family behind. I left without saying anything about coming here, and now I’m wondering if I should go back. That’s been bothering me. So, I’m wondering if outpatient treatment might be possible…”
“I see, I completely understand.”
Watts nodded and agreed with her.
She wants to leave the lab, I suppose.
Given that it wasn’t a hospital in the village but a research facility isolated in the mountains, it was a common issue. However, Watts felt the need to help her to calm her mind here.
“As I’ve told you before, if a patient is determined, the location doesn’t matter. But the illness doesn’t wait for the patient’s convenience.”
Watts turned and began searching through the shelves, placing a thick file in front of her. The file, filled with papers yellowed at the edges, looked quite old.
“This contains records of the patients I treated when I first became a doctor. At that time, the lab wasn’t here, but in another location… Of those patients, about a third left during their treatment.”
“What?”
Sebelia looked up in confusion as she gazed at the file. Watts continued as he noticed her widened blue eyes.
“They began to feel that the illness wasn’t as frightening once they started to show improvement. They thought they were fine, that they no longer needed treatment, and even shouted at me for keeping them here.”
When the anxiety that had been hanging over their lives begins to fade, people quickly revert to their previous attitudes. Before they were sick, they were lazy, complacent, and lived with a baseless optimism that everything would be fine.
At the same time, they begin to wish for a quicker recovery, hoping that their situation will improve drastically in a short time. The strong will that enabled their treatment begins to fade.
“I’ve heard complaints like, ‘Why didn’t you treat me faster when you could?'”
“Something like that…”
Sebelia couldn’t continue speaking. How could that even be possible? She looked down at the file again.
Staring at the documents, which seemed to number over a hundred, Sebelia was speechless. To think that a third of them left before their treatment was completed. Watts continued, not losing momentum.
“And they all came back to me within six months. Though they said it was outpatient treatment, in truth, I had to leave it to their will. And when they returned, it was after the optimal time for treatment had passed.”
“….”
“Miss Bella, this may sound premature, but please listen seriously. I hope you don’t walk the same path as them.”
Watts’ deep brown eyes were filled with a heavier light than usual. They held a sincere, desperate plea not to witness the lives of the patients he cared for slipping away unnecessarily.
“…I understand.”
In front of those eyes, Sebelia had no choice but to nod. She could never tell him that she wanted to leave here as soon as possible, not while seeing the eyes filled with the wish for her to survive.
Yes, I will live.
In her anxiety, she had unknowingly forgotten this. Whether it was freedom or pain, only by living could she experience either.
To think I almost risked my life to get away from Dehart.
If she couldn’t speed up her treatment, she had been planning to ask if she could receive medication from afar. In that moment, what mattered to her most was distancing herself from Dehart.
But after hearing Watts’ words, she felt the small framework that had been narrowing her perspective shatter.
I almost made another hasty decision out of impatience.
Just like the time after she left the greenhouse, when she was about to leave Hillend Hall without any plan.
“Ha…”
As Sebelia left the underground lab and began climbing the stairs, she realized how immature she still was. Even after learning such a big lesson, she almost slipped back into old habits.
People really do tend to unconsciously look for the easier path.
Enduring the harsh reality without turning away was a difficult thing to do.
