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If I bought this place, would that remain the case?
I know Henry felt like it would be the best way to help the hospital. But would that truly make Stacy happy? As she had forgiven me, I wanted to make sure that everything I did with her would only bring her happiness.
Nothing else mattered.
Chapter thirteen
A Chance to Love Again
Stacy
My father had yet to return. Ethan had, in a way, become the owner of the hospital after the James incident. His popularity increased and more people came for medical treatment. In order not to create a dependency, during free times, he'd teach the nurses and doctors how to handle some of the common cases. That way, the patients were okay with the nurse or doctor who diagnosed and attended to them. People stopped going downtown and came to the hospital once again.
"Why are you doing all this again?" I asked as he got ready to give a child his shot.
After inserting the syringe and taking it out, he handed the child a lollipop.
"Your father told me how this place was your mother’s and his dream. But you've already bought into the dream as yours," he said. "Now I want to do whatever it takes to make sure that dream doesn't die."
He said it with the biggest smile I've ever seen and it got me.
"But it's not even your dream," I said. "Don't you have yours?"
He thought about it. "I guess it's to become a successful medical doctor. But I've already achieved that."
"You don't even have a dream," I remarked.
I understood that he had reached a level of success where he didn't have to have any more dreams, but was that advisable?
"It doesn't mean it's a bad thing though," he said. "It means I can easily find a new dream."
"And what will that be?" I asked.
"Two thing's, but I can only tell you one now," he affirmed. "My dream is to see you achieve your dream of making this place successful. I know you can do it; I've watched you work at it. With my help, I believe you can do it. You just have to trust me."
"You're awfully confident in me," I chuckled nervously. "I even doubt myself a lot of times when I try to get things done."
"You just need a solid support system," he said. "Now I may be clumsy, but I'm the most solid support system you'll ever have."
He wasn't lying. He let the kid go his mother.
"Shall we check where else would need our help?" he asked and got up to leave the room.
As we inspected the other rooms, I watched everyone greet him with joy and excitement; he returned with the same excitement.
"Ethan, the girls and I were wondering," Cecilia, one of the nurses, called him aside. "We've been thinking, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Uh, no. Not yet," he replied.
"Not yet? So you're searching?" she asked, her voice hinting at desperation and hope.
"No, I've actually found her," he said, "but I'm waiting for her to find me too."
"Oh, lucky her," she sighed. "Well, if she doesn't find you, I will."
"Whatever you say, Cecilia," he said nervously.
She grinned and left the both of us.
