登入They decided to pull the plug at two in the afternoon the next day. Before that, the doctors stopped some of my painkillers to keep my mind clear for the final steps. That familiar dull ache spread through my chest once more.The door opened. Chanel and my mother walked in; my father was still next door on a drip, so he could not make it. They both looked like they had aged a decade overnight.Chanel fell to her knees beside my bed. She no longer screamed or wailed, merely burying her face in my bedside and sobbing like an injured animal.My mother held my ice-cold hand, her tears dripping onto my skin. “My son…” That was all she managed to say before choking up.At exactly two o’clock, the doctors came in with some nurses. They checked my vitals on the monitors and asked me one last time. “Mr. Connor Young, are you sure you still want to end your life-sustaining treatment?”I nodded. “I’m sure.”There was no heart-wrenching wailing or cliched lines to stop me. In front of th
The next afternoon, a smartly dressed lawyer arrived in my room. I had asked the head nurse to call him. Chanel and my parents stood outside, the lawyer’s men blocking them from entering.I handed a signed document to the lawyer. “Mr. Johnson, this is my letter of authorization. I want to sue my parents and sister, and revoke their guardianship over me. At the same time, I want to give you Power of Attorney to make medical decisions on my behalf.”Mr. Johnson looked through the documents and nodded. “Mr. Young, according to the law, you are in a clear state of mind and thus have the right to decide your medical proxy. “You also have the right to refuse any excessive life-sustaining treatment. But I hope you're aware that after you submit this form to withdraw from this treatment, the hospital will take you off the artificial heart.”“I am fully aware, and my mind is made up,” I said without hesitation. Outside, Chanel seemed to notice something going awry, and she began to pou
From that day onwards, I did not say a single word to them. The three of them began their long and painful “atonement” charade. Every morning at seven o'clock on the dot, my mother would bring me a hot soup she had spent hours brewing. She would pour the soup into a cup and make sure it was warm before bringing it to my lips. I would close my eyes and purse my lips, ignoring her completely. Half an hour later, when the soup went cold, she would quietly throw it away and bring me another bowl the next day. Chanel straight up brought a foldable bed to the hospital and slept outside my room. She used to be an elegant young heiress and a clean freak, but now her clothes were always covered in dust, and she never wore makeup. I heard that she sold her racecars and borrowed money from her rotten friends in order to pay for my follow-up surgeries. She even got beaten up for it. Every day, she would look at me through the glass, eyes filled with a humble yearning that I would look
The external mechanical heart’s alarm began blaring, shattering the silence of the hospital ward.Chanel jumped at me as though electrocuted, pressing my hand down with all her might. She used so much strength it felt like my wrist might break. “Doctor! Doctor!” She turned and yelled at the door, eyes filled with terror.A few doctors ran into the room and quickly subdued me. They checked to make sure the tube had not been pulled out and then heaved a sigh of relief.I leaned against the bedpost and looked at Chanel, who had broken into a sweat. My tone was calm as I asked. “Why are your hands trembling, Chanel?”Chanel raised her head abruptly to look at me, eyes bloodshot and chest heaving. “Have you gone mad, Connor Young? This machine is your life! You'll die if you unplug it!”“I know.” I looked at her coolly. “I should have died a long time ago… Two months ago, to be exact. You're the ones who insisted on keeping me here.”My father stood at the foot of my bed. His body
She thought she deserved praise. She thought that as long as she chased Marcus away and spent all her money to buy me a mechanical heart, I would forgive her for all the harm she had caused me.I looked at her and chuckled softly. “What did you scold him for, Chanel?”Staring straight into her eyes, I said slowly, “You’re the one who broke my leg. Dad was the one who signed away my heart.“All Marcus did was happily accept your favoritism.”The blood drained from Chanel’s face. Next to her, my mother sobbed. “Don’t say that, Connor. Your sister has been punishing herself every day for the past two months. She’s really remorseful…”“Remorseful?” I sighed, feeling exhausted. “No, she’s just afraid. She’s afraid that if I actually died, she would see herself as a murderer whenever she closed her eyes every night for the rest of her life.“You went to all those lengths to save me, just to make yourselves feel a bit better.”My father stood frozen to the spot, looking ten years older
A sense of heavy suffocation dragged me back into my body. I opened my eyes to the rhythmic beeping of machines.I could not see the sister who would buy me a cake, nor could I smell the sweet scent of pasta.The first thing I felt was the dull mechanical vibration in my chest. Outside the window, Chanel was leaning against the glass with messy hair and absolutely no consideration for her image. When she saw me opening my eyes, she jumped up and smacked the doctor next to her maniacally to get his attention. My mother slumped to the floor, hand over her trembling mouth. My father’s tears flowed freely.Half a day later, I was transferred to a regular VIP ward.The doctors told me that after my heart stopped, my father spared no expense and forced the hospital to use an ECMO on me. After that, they shipped the most cutting-edge mechanical heart over on the fastest plane they could find.They forcefully kept me alive.“Connor, you’re finally awake…” My mother pounced onto my be
“Wait, I can explain!” Chanel gripped my scrubs, her sticky red blood staining the cloth. Her voice trembled, but there was denial in her gaze.“I never… meant to shatter your kneecaps! I just wanted to hurt you a little so you’d miss the rest of that competition! “Marcus was holed up in his room
“Connor!” Chanel screamed from behind me.The wind blew past my ears. I closed my eyes and let go.As my body was about to fall, though, a hand gripped my collar so hard that my neck hurt from the momentum. Chanel had poked half her body over the edge, her wrist smashing into the broken glass. B
I dragged my heavy legs toward the elevator, holding the wall for support.Just then, the doors opened. My mother walked out of the elevator with a cashmere scarf in hand. She paused when she saw me and put the scarf on my shoulders.“It’s windy out. Quick, wear this.”I glanced down at the scarf
My mother heaved a sigh of relief and reached out to support me. “Good, take your medicine. After that, I’ll help you back to your ward…”Before she could touch me, I poured the entire bottle of pills into the trashcan.Chanel rushed over and roared at me, “What are you playing at now, Connor?! Do







