Chapter Eighty-Seven.

The moment his eyes opened, she was the first they met.

Joan was seated on the hospital bed with her hands running down his hot temperatured neck. She heaved in a deep breath and Frederick turned to face her fully with a smile across his lips.

That same smile he’d faked for the longest time.

“Hey” She whispered, over it. Freddie, seeing the dull in her eyes was immediately concerned and he sat up. “Are you okay?” His voice was frail and shaky, like the gaze she was locked in.

“No, are you okay?” Joan shook his head.

“The doctor said you’re in so much pain yesterday” She grasped his hands in hers and he exhaled from his lips. “It’s nothing i can’t handle” Frederick chuckled but for the first time, Joan wore on a straight face. It was because of how broken she’d been all through the night that she dreaded asking him this next question.

“Do you want to be euthanized, Freddie?”

“I feel like you’ve been dropping these subtle hints and clues but you’re scared to ask because you think i may