---- of the bloodstain. The emergency room was packed. Since there were no beds available, they had no choice but to set me up ona folding cot in the hallway for IV fluids. It was the dead of winter. Wind slipped in through a half-cracked window, and I pulled the thin blanket tighter. However, the cold still seeped into my bones. Nearby, a nurse was sorting charts and whispering to her colleague. "See the difference it makes when a patient actually has someone to care for them? Dr. Sinclair's girlfriend just said her stomach hurt, and he had her in a VIP room in minutes. He's even keeping her company." The other nurse replied, "Yeah. He treats her like no one else matters. Not like that poor woman. She nearly bled out at home, and nobody even noticed." ---- Their voices weren't loud, but I heard every word. I stared up at the white ceiling. I should've felt heartbroken. Yet, I had experienced the pain so many times that all I felt now was numbness. At that moment, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Ambrose. He wrote, "Sorry about yesterday. I acted out of line, but you were at fault too. Our wedding will take place the day after tomorrow. Just stay home and rest for now. I've got back-to-back surgeries, so I'll be staying at the hospital." What a coincidence. My flight was also scheduled for the day after tomorrow. If he was looking forward to the wedding, how could I possibly let him down? On the morning of the wedding, I approached the dressing room, only to hear Ambrose's voice ---- coming from inside. "Don't worry. I'll make my move during the ring exchange. All you have to do is wait for me at the hospital. I'll make sure you can have children again," he said quietly. Moments later, I handed a USB drive to the wedding planner and asked her to swap it in for the commemorative video. I hoped that both Ambrose and Nellie would enjoy my gift. Then, I turned and got into a cab bound for the airport. As the scenery blurred outside the car window, my lips curled into a smile.