Chapter 11 Lying in the ICU for nearly ten days , I could no longer breathe on my own , relying on a ventilator to gasp for air . More machines kept getting attached to my body . At first , doctors and nurses comforted me , saying I'd improve soon . But later , they all fell silent . Outside the room , I overheard their conversation . " Ruth's condition ... can only be sustained by machines now . Patrick , you need to prepare yourself . " " Dr. Johnson , if I'd been honest with her from the start , maybe she wouldn't have misunderstood or gotten so upset ? " " Patrick , you're a doctor . You know cardiac transplant rejections happen to everyone - timing varies , but it's rarely triggered by emotional stress . This isn't your fault . " They discussed treatment plans , but I stopped listening . My eyes drifted to the slow - moving lines on the bedside monitor before closing . " Ruth ! Dr. Johnson prepping for surgery ! " Patrick's voice reached me again - warm and bright , just like when he first confessed . They say hearing is the last sense to fade when dying . Seems true . Because I still heard Patrick's choked sobs . 1848 Chapter 11 1268 Voucher's He said , " You're a terrible actress . Faking amnesia ? Not convincing at all . " He said , " Even if you lose your memory twice , thrice , I'll chase you all over again . Don't think you can ditch me . " He said , " I won't read what you sent . If you've got something to say , say it to my face . " He said , " You'll pull through . Give me another chance , okay ? " He said , " Ruth , I love you ... " Amid his tears , a nurse spoke , " Dr. Patrick , this Lisianthus flower was clutched in Miss Smith's hand . Should we keep it ? " ' Give it to me . My phone rang suddenly on the bedside table . The screen still showed those lines I'd typed earlier : " Patrick , I've been lucky . Born with heart disease , watched everyone avoid me fearing an episode - reaching twenty - five is a gift . Just pity Dorothy's heart ... couldn't keep beating after all . " " But luckier still was meeting you . Someone who stays , whether my memory fails ... or I pretend it does . " " I thought pushing you away by faking amnesia would make my leaving easier for you . Underestimated your love . " " Too weak to type now . Patrick ... I love you too ... " Patrick's sobs faded in my ears , but his last words pierced through . " Ruth , Lisianthus symbolizes not only health ... but eternal love . Whether you remember me ... whether you're here ... or gone ... '