Crushed by Debt, Forbidden to Die
If you're reading this, that means I wasn't able to hold out in the end to pay off your debts.
"But if there's still a possibility, you can sell my organs instead. At least…I hope that it'll shave off a considerable amount from the debt."
Dad stared at the final piece of paper and suddenly threw up a mouthful of blood. The red mist of his blood sprayed all over my tattered old coat.
A short while later, several ambulances bearing the emblem of a private hospital arrived, and the paramedics rushed over.
Dad seemed to be grasping at straws as he grabbed the medic in charge, Dr. Wesley Gordon, and yelled, "Quick! Give her the best medical treatment! Use the ECMO! Use the breathing machine!