Chapter 92

At that moment, I felt like I was losing it. It was as if I was on the verge of going completely crazy. Shivering, I pulled the blanket tighter around me, desperate for some warmth. But it was no use—I was freezing to my core. At some point, exhaustion took over, and I drifted off into a restless sleep. I had no idea how much time had passed when I heard a familiar voice calling out, "Joshua, get up and eat." Half-awake, I tried to respond, but I didn't have the strength even to form words. It turned out that chemotherapy had left me this weak. Sophia was just coming to call me for breakfast, but she opened the door when I didn't answer. What she saw stopped her in her tracks—I was curled up in a ball, lying motionless on the bed. "Joshua?" she called out again, her voice a little louder this time. I heard her, but I couldn't open my eyes. I felt her gaze lingering on me, sharp and assessing. A second later, her exasperated voice filled the room. "What kind of nonse