How To Save A Life Novels & Stories

Her fingers twitched inside his palm. But then, in the next moment, his voice thundered back—firm, clear, without a second of hesitation. “Save Hema,” Zayden said. The doctor blinked. “Mr. Zayden, are you sure—” “Save her,” he repeated. “If there’s even one breath in her lungs, if there’s one way to keep her alive—you save her. I’m not letting her die.” Silence. Even the whir of machines felt distant for a moment.

“Then he is a weapon we use until he breaks.” “And if he fails?” Frankie’s voice went flat. “Then he dies. With or without your blessing.” The words didn’t affect me as much as they would have months ago, which was a different kind of horror. Luca stepped closer to the table. “You have to stop mixing up survival with kindness. Saving him was a decision. What we do with that decision isn’t about mercy; it’s about calculation.” I swallowed. “I understand.” Frankie’s eyes softened for half a heartbeat, then hardened again. “Good. Because what comes next isn’t something you step halfway into.”

I shudder under his touch, unable to stop myself, every nerve on edge. “Please, what do you want from me. I promise I will never tell anyone what I saw” I plead and beg for my life, tears stream from my face in to time, not because I was terrified of him. It was a usual habit I had suddenly picked up while dealing with Mike, it's now easy for me to break down at anything.

“Now, w⁠hat I am allowed to talk a‍bou⁠t‌ is how y‌ou basi⁠cally saved‌ my life today. And I need to thank you pro​p‌erly. Publicly.‍” “That’s rea​lly not n​ecessary…” ⁠“Oh, it absolutely is.‍” He‍r fingers were already fl⁠ying acro​ss the screen.‌ "​Do you know h​ow m‌an⁠y people f​ollo⁠w me? Ten million across all platforms.‍ And every single one of‌ them de‌serves to know th​at you… saved my li​fe." "‌Miss Moo​nlight, I really don't think…⁠"

He asked once he got inside the car after twenty minutes. "What are doing here?" I asked in disbelief. "Saving you. I have a helicopter waiting for us in the tarmac. It would take you back to Miami. I would need to attend a meeting with Diego tonight." He stated as he drive. "You are stupid. I told you to stay out of this." I stated angrily. "The news is already out. They know that you are alive and Diego is thirsty for your blood. You need to get out of here and hide." "Hide? If the word it out the safest place for me to hide is under my grave."

If he wants to be one of those doctors who only treats patients for money, that’s not my problem. As for me, I know what kind of doctor I’m going to be. I may or may not deserve to be a doctor, but I am one, and I’m going to do my best to save as many lives as I can. I’m not going to turn away anyone who needs my help. That’s how I’m going to survive – by knowing I’m saving lives, that I’m helping others. Not just that, I’m going to thrive.

She remembered the instructions that sounded very absurd and were not in the least scientific at all. ‘He said that I should bite hard on the tip of the middle finger on my right hand if my heart is hurting so much to the point that I cannot bear it anymore… Will this method really work?’ When she saw that the doctors had already prepared a defibrillator, epinephrine, and various equipment for emergency intubation, Helena knew that even if Charlie’s words were absurd and ridiculous, as long as there was a one-in-ten thousand or even one-in-a-million possibility, this was her last chance to save her life!