LOGINThe procedure to withdraw life support was scheduled for 2:00 pm the following day.Until then, Dr. Hall reduced some of my pain medication so I would remain conscious and be able to cooperate throughout the final procedure.A dull ache I hadn't felt in a long time began spreading through my chest.The hospital room door opened, and Reese and Mom walked in. Dad couldn't make it, since he was still receiving an IV in the room next door.They looked as though they'd aged ten years overnight.Reese dropped to his knees beside my bed with a thud. He no longer screamed or shouted. Instead, he simply buried his face against the edge of my bed and whimpered like a wounded animal.Mom clasped my cold hand, and her tears fell onto the back of it."Charlotte…" she managed to say before her voice gave out.At exactly 2:00 pm, Dr. Hall entered the room with a nurse.After checking the monitor readings, they asked me one final time, "Ms. Charlotte Norton, do you still wish to withdraw life
The next morning, a smartly-dressed lawyer named Erwin Sullivan arrived at my hospital room.I'd asked the head nurse, Gilda Weaver, to contact him for me.Mom, Dad, and Reese were outside the door, held back by the people Mr. Sullivan had brought with him.I handed Mr. Sullivan a document bearing my signature."Mr. Sullivan, this is my authorization document. I want to sue my family to have their guardianship over me revoked. I also want to appoint you as my healthcare proxy."After carefully reviewing the document, Mr. Sullivan gave a slight nod."Ms. Norton, under the relevant laws, as long as you're mentally competent, you do have the right to appoint your own healthcare proxy and refuse any form of excessive life-sustaining treatment."However, you need to understand that once you submit the Consent to Withdraw Life Support, the hospital will remove your external artificial heart.""I understand perfectly," I replied without hesitation.Outside the door, Reese seemed to r
From that day on, I didn't say another word to Mom, Dad, or Reese.They began a long, painful performance of "atonement".Every day at 7:00 am, Mom would bring me a pot of beef stew she'd spent hours simmering. After pouring the stew into a bowl, she would blow on it to cool it down before bringing the spoon to my lips.But I would just keep my eyes closed, refusing to open my mouth or respond.Half an hour later, when the soup had gone cold, she would silently take it away and pour it out. The next day, she'd bring me a fresh bowl.Reese took it a step further and actually brought a cot so he could sleep right outside my hospital room.He used to be a fastidious scion, but now he was unshaven, with grime often staining his clothes.I heard he'd sold his sports car to cover my future medical expenses, borrowed money from several of his shady friends, and even gotten beaten up.Every day, he watched me through the glass with eyes full of humble desperation, hoping I'd spare him
The alarm from the artificial heart's external controller rang out in the silent hospital room.Reese lunged at me as if he'd been electrocuted and pinned my hand down. His grip was so tight that he nearly crushed my wrist."Doctor! Doctor!" he roared toward the hallway, his eyes filled with terror.Several doctors rushed in and quickly restrained me while checking the tubing connections. Only after confirming that nothing had come loose did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.From where I lay against the headboard, I watched the sweat-drenched Reese."Reese, why are your hands shaking?" I asked calmly.Reese whipped his head around to look at me. His eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently."Charlotte, have you lost your mind? That machine is what's keeping you alive! If you pull out the tube, you'll die!""I know." I stared down at him. "But I should have died two months ago. You were the ones who insisted on keeping me alive."Swaying at the foot of the bed,
Reese thought he had done a wonderful job. He believed that kicking Valerie out and spending every last penny to give me an artificial heart would make up for all the wrongs he'd done to me.I gave him a wry smile. "Reese, why did you scold Valerie?"I met his eyes and spoke each word slowly and deliberately. "You're the one who broke my leg. Dad's the one who signed the consent form to give her my donor heart. Valerie simply accepted your favoritism without a shred of guilt."The color drained from Reese's face.Beside him, Mom burst into tears. "Charlotte, please stop. Reese has been slapping himself every day for the past two months. He really knows he was in the wrong.""He really knows he was in the wrong?" I sighed, feeling utterly exhausted. "No, he's just afraid. He's afraid that if I really die, he'll see himself as a murderer every time he closes his eyes.""You went to such lengths to save me, but it was only so you could ease your own consciences."With his true moti
A crushing, suffocating feeling dragged me abruptly back down, and the steady beeping of medical equipment sounded in my ears.When I opened my eyes, I didn't see Marcel—who had bought me cake—or smell the beef stew from the diner.The first thing I felt was a dull, mechanical vibration inside my chest.Beyond the glass wall, Reese was slumped against the window. His hair was a mess, his beard unkempt.The moment he saw my eyes open, he sprang to his feet and frantically shook Dr. Hall, who was standing beside him.Mom covered her mouth and collapsed to the floor, while tears streamed down Dad's face.Several hours later, I was transferred to a private room in the general ward.Dr. Hall told me that after my heart stopped beating, Dad had spent a fortune forcing the hospital to put me on ECMO. He had even arranged an emergency airlift from overseas to bring in the most advanced portable artificial heart available.They had managed to keep me alive against all odds."Charlotte,







