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"He's lost too much blood!" the doctor growled, his hands moving rapidly over the horrific laceration.Across from him, a pale nurse retorted defensively. "We've bandaged his wound so tightly, Doctor! We acted less than a minute after he was brought in. Why is his blood pressure still dropping so drastically?!"The doctor swallowed hard. "His physical condition hasn't fully recovered from the bullet trauma the other day. Coupled with the shock and extreme stress, his immune system and endurance have been completely destroyed. Has the extra blood bag not arrived yet?! We're running out of time!"I stood frozen in the corner of the room, watching the bloody mess unfold before my eyes like a broken record playing in slow-motion. I stared at Marco's face. His skin, always rosy with arrogance and vitality, was now gradually turning a pale blue like a rotting corpse.I lunged forward, pushing through the crowd. I punched the surgeon in the shoulder and slapped the nurses' arms furiously."D

The sensation of being pulled was briefer this time. When I opened my eyes, a bright white light immediately blinded my vision. The distinct smell of antiseptic assaulted my senses, combined with the hustle and bustle of people, the ringing of phones, and the creaking of beds. I looked around.Shiny tile floors, clean walls, long corridors. I was back in the hospital!"Yes! Finally!"I sprinted through the air toward the emergency ward where Marco lay. However, I had only taken a few steps when a group of people rushed past me from the opposite direction.I braked abruptly. My eyes widened, recognizing the familiar faces running frantically.They were my mother and father-in-law, I mean, Jonah's biological mother and father. A faint smile almost formed on my lips. It was funny how I still instinctively called them in-laws, even though Jonah and I were just a fake couple on a stamped piece of paper.Mrs. Bertha Bennet was seen running in her disheveled designer dress, her face pale wit

Nooo! I approached you too! I stood right in front of you, shouting in your ear, nudging your arm, talking at length with you! You're the only one who didn't notice me, Jo! Damn it, only if my mouth could move right now."And the fact that you regained your composure right after he offered you some blood..." Wait a minute. Offer some blood? Jonah muttered again, his tone filled with defeat. "I can't help but to believe. That Marco might really be the only one who can save you."Waaait.Did he think I needed some kind of cult ritual using blood? What's going on inside his head?! What was he trying to get at?!"So, Hazel..." Jonah took a deep breath, so long, I could hear his lungs trembling. "If you're truly awake now, and you can hear me in there... I want you to know something."Know something?He was silent for a moment. After what felt like an eternity, Jonah's voice finally broke the silence. "Let's get a divorce, Hazel."Divorce? Us?My brain, just rebooting in the darkness, f

“Hazel!”My heart, which had barely started functioning normally, felt like it was being pounded against my ribs. My muscles reflexively tensed, preparing for the wrath I so richly deserved.However, the next second, the giant shrank.He slumped back into the chair. His large, trembling hands reached up, cupping my stiff face, and then he buried his face in my palms. His broad shoulders slumped.“I'm sorry... I'm sorry I yelled at you,” His hot breath brushing against my fingertips.I stared at the top of his messy head. “Was I wrong?” My voice trailed off, sounding cold and numb, even to my own ears. “Honestly, Marco. Men are biologically wired to have a hard time being faithful. And it's perfectly normal if one day you get bored and like another woman. It's a cliché.”Marco's head jerked up. “I've told you a hundred times, I never liked that woman!”"Still!" I retorted quickly. "Don't you think I'm overreacting? You just chose another woman, a standard jerk-off mistake, but I... I w

My bedroom door swung open, shattering the silence that had been filled only by the ticking of the clock. Jonah stepped in.“Look what I brought. You’re going to love it!” he exclaimed. He held out a bright red box with a carelessly tied gold ribbon.I leaned back against the pile of pillows, my arms folded across my chest. Seeing Jonah smile so wide that his eyes narrowed, just like a five-year-old who had just won a toy at a fair, sent a strange, amusing sensation to the pit of my stomach. Truly, this man’s good looks sometimes contradicted his demeanor.“What is it?” Jonah pulled up a chair and sat beside my bed. His large hands were now busy pulling at the ends of the gold ribbon, untying the knot, and then opening the lid of the red box. Whatever was in there, Jonah must have brought it with a singular goal: to make me smile. And honestly, this wasn't the first time he'd brought a gift. Last time, he'd given me an antique piece of jewelry that probably paid off half of my par