Cheating Death

Chapter 1

Is this the end? Did I die? Where am I? 

I thought of that when I felt my consciousness was back. I opened my eyes and saw...white...walls.  

Who brought me here? Who saved me? Wait, I'm alive. Obviously, Scarlet. 

When I moved, I suddenly felt all the wires connected to my body, I felt weak..then my gaze switched to the man beside me, sleeping peacefully...holding my hand...my heart pounded...who's this guy? Maybe, he's the one who saved me. Do I owe him my life, then? No. As I remember my stunt. I didn't force him to save me. Why did he save me? Does he just passed by and saw a crazy dramatic, woman? Or, did he hear my shout? Gosh, an embarrassing act. 

I felt his hands move then he opened my eyes. He's a little bit shocked when he saw me, staring at him. I moved my hand even I'm weak and tried to sit down, he helped me though. 

I looked at him, he was just staring at me. Wow, what's this, a staring contest?

"W-who...a-ar-are ...you?" I tried my best to speak. My forehead creased. He smiled at me and talked. 

"I'm Red Winsworth, I lived at the same tower as yours, top floor. I heard a woman crying and shouting, so I immediatly looked for it, then I saw you, crying, doing that crazy stunt." He said as his forehead creased to his last sentence. Maybe he noticed my confused look, so he continued. 

"I talked to your doctor, you have records here. I already knew your sickness, please, don't be mad. I didn't call your mom, even I saw your phone ringing. Also, don't speak, you need to rest, please." He said so softly. Then, I saw him walking towards the door, so, I tried my best to reached his hand, afraid of being alone, alone with my thoughts. He stopped and looked at my weak hand holding his firm hand.

"Hmm..you need, anything?" He soflty said. I gestured none, and my eyes started to water. He saw it and went near me. I immediatly hugged him and just cried. He's a stranger, but I'm comfortable to him. 

"Hey, Scarlet Mince, please, don't cry. It's bad for you, baby." He said, comforting me. I think he knew me...so much. I just cried, this is the only way I know to let this out. I can't speak properly and I'm weak,also. He seat on the side of the hospital bed and fixed out position. He's hugging me as I quietly cried. How did he find me? How? 

"H-ho-w..."I started but I can't continue, he then, looked at me. I'm really curious about him, helping me. 

"I will answer all your questions, once you're already fine and can speak. For now, rest, okay?" He said, releasing me. "Baby...I know, you really find our situation strange but, I wanted to tell you....that..fight, please? Fight for your life, don't let negativity enters your mind, your thinking. You still have a purpose. I promise, fight for your life, I'll be with you, each step of the way." He finished talking and kissed my forehead. 

"Good morning, Ms. Mince, Mr. Winsworth." The doctor entered the room I'm occupying, she saw Red kissed my forehead, I guess. 

"Good morning doc." Red greeted the doctor, since I can't speak properly, I just gave a small smile. Red, hold my hand as we listen to the doctor. 

"I want to be honest, and tell your real condition. But, I don't want Ms. Mince, to be shock." Dra. Coaxar, started. "So, can I just talk to you, Mr. Winsworth, or you want to hear me, Ms. Mince?" She asked. 

Red looked at me and squeezed my hand, then he asked me. "Do you wanna hear it?" He asked carefully. I nodded and hold his hand, more. "Okay, but, doc, can you tell it to us, carefully? So, we can guide her emotion. She may be shock, according to you." He asked Dra. Coaxar. 

"Yes, no problem." Dra, answered. "I read your family background, and had a background check. Tracked your family doctors, your doctors since you were young, and talked to them." Sh said. Measuring my reaction. I offered a smile, telling her, I'm fine and go on. 

"Okay, your family doctor told me, that, from your great ancestors to your grandma, they all have HCM, same as yours. Luckily, some of them were saved through Septal Myectomy, and beta blockers, Septal Myectomy is the term for surgery." She paused. "But, sadly, to your condition, you are allergic to medicines and your condition is much worst, 'cause we just find out that your disease is developing and getting worse." She smiled sadly. 

I can't react. So, what now? What to do? My eyes started to water again. I'm feeling weak, again. I felt a hand squeezing mine, I looked up and saw Red, he bend down and kissed my forehead as he whispers. 

"You'll get better, baby. You can do it, hmm? I'm here." He said, convincing me. He wiped my tears and I nodded. He looked to Dra. Coaxar signaling her to continue.

"Are you sure? This might stressed her, big time." The doctor asked us, with a second thought. 

"My baby, can take it , doc. Just please, slowly and carefully." Red answered as he squeezed my hand, again. The doctor sighed and washed all the visible sad and pitiful emotions on her eyes. 

"HCM patients, they already have life span..." she started. Woah. "Ten years. But, in your condition, Ms. Mince, you already have that kind of sickness since you were young, then, your previous doctors already knew it, they find out that you have HCM....." she sighed. 

"G-g-o..o-on.." I answered as my tears' pooling on the side of my eyes. I can see the shocked in their eyes as they heard me speak, I don't know, either, how I found my voice. 

"Nine years ago..they found out, your sickness...nine years ago.." she said. 

"Meaning?" Red asked. I know, he already get in. 

"This is your last year, but the thing is...you only have three months. I'm sorry." She said. "If you have any questions, just press the button. I still have patients to attend." She then, went out.  Leaving the both of us, dumbfounded. I want to cry again. Why like this. 

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