"You really can give me a new heart?" My voice came out in a rasp, my gaze fixed on the form in his hands.
"Yes. We've already confirmed compatibility. Look." The healer hurriedly opened the form and pointed out the results.
After reading it, I remembered the terror of collapsing. Even though I had arranged my own funeral, I was still afraid to die.
I wanted to live.
I took the pen and signed my name.
After signing, I glanced toward the doorway. A pair of black dress shoes was visible through the gap. I knew they belonged to him. He didn't come in, and I didn't call out to him.
My third heart surgery went smoothly. When I woke, the heart in my chest was beating strong and steady. I rested a hand over it and felt every beat clearly.
Half asleep, I heard a familiar whimper. With tears
