His Childhood Sweetheart Called My Dying An Act
When Ian Broker's childhood friend, Zoey Berg, hears that I have severe arrhythmia, she purposefully adds a strong dose of energy drink into my water.
As soon as I drink the water, I feel my heart rate elevating rapidly. Heartwrenching pain instantly floods my chest.
I quickly tear open the only pack of medication I have. Alas, that's when I realize that the water in my thermos flask has gotten swapped out with potent coffee.
As soon as I took a sip out of my flask, my face goes eerily pale. Coldness floods my limbs as well, causing me to crumple to the floor as though I were paralyzed.
Zoey keeps laughing at me to the point she has tears running down her face.
"As expected of a theater student! You really are good at acting! I've been practicing medicine for so long, and I've never seen anyone suffering this much just by drinking some coffee!"
I can only kneel before Ian in distress. My gums are on the verge of bleeding because of how tightly I'm gnashing my teeth together.
"Ian, call the ambulance… I'm dying…"
But Ian remains unperturbed by my condition.
"That's enough, Daisy. Your performance will be far too dramatic if you keep this up. No one dies just by consuming a little coffee.
"Besides, Zoey is a doctor. What can possibly happen to you with her around, anyway?"
I no longer beg Ian for help. Instead, I draft an SOS text message and send it to someone else.