James clutched the bloodstained coat tightly. His legs finally gave out beneath him as he dropped heavily to his knees on the cold tile floor of the emergency room.He rarely cried. But now, tears fell uncontrollably onto the coat in his arms, spreading into dark, hopeless patches.Suddenly, he remembered a rainy night three years ago.At that time, he had been working overtime and attending business dinners for days when he suffered a stomach hemorrhage. The pain had left him rolling on the floor of his rented apartment.Back then, we were in a long-distance relationship. I had bought a train ticket overnight, crossed half the country through pouring rain, and rushed to his side. At that time, I had been soaked from head to toe, yet I held him tightly in my arms, crying as I carried him downstairs to the hospital. I had even scraped my knees from running too fast, but I never once put him down.Now, when the girl who loved him most was covered in blood, struggling between life
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