Love loss of temperature

Seven years into my marriage, I was diagnosed with cancer.

After another coughing fit, I collapsed at home, blood staining my lips.

That very evening, Liam walked in, holding the woman he’d lost and just found again, his first love, Serena. He kicked open my hospital room door with a violent crash.

He shoved a kidney donation consent form directly into my hand.

“Serena’s condition can’t wait. You’re young, you’ll recover quickly. I’m begging you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll cover all the surgery costs, and I’ll take care of you afterward.”