C83 - Finally.

"Sometimes I wonder why I am still alive. Is it for you to spoil me with visits like this?" Meredith rolled her eyes at him. She was propped up against the headboard of her hospital bed when he approached her. "You're here every day, Migo."

"It's for you to realize that there's someone who is not yet ready to lose you," Miguel answered, lightly pinching his friend's cheek.

"As if!"

Her gunshot wounds weren't fatal because she was wearing a bulletproof vest. However, she was hit in the arm and shoulder. She was recovering from her injuries, but her sickness persisted and worsened.

"Have you made up your mind yet?"

Meredith sighed. "I made my decision a long time ago, you know it. So, I don't understand why you're still trying to convince me every day."

"Mer, until you've tried everything, it's not over. Besides, do you really want to leave me now?"

"Cut it out," she chuckled, scolding him. "You can't guilt-trip me like that. I know you're happy now. You don't need me anymore, Miguel."