My internal organs were ruptured beyond repair; there was no way to save me. All the efforts were just keeping me alive for now.
Flavia stood by my bedside, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, "Harvey, I didn't know it was you who donated blood for me. I saw my mistake then. Please wake up. You couldn't punish me like this."
"I promised I wouldn't be willful anymore. I would listen to you, okay? Please don't leave me; you were my only family left."
She continued to apologize, bowing her head, but I found it all too overwhelming.
Struggling to open my eyes, I calmly told her, "It's fine. You can leave now. Don't disturb me anymore. I just want to leave quietly."
Flavia couldn't accept this, crying out, "No, Harvey, you won't die. You're not allowed to say that. Let me stay wi
