On His Knees
I die in the corridor of the private hospital my husband established after being forced to give my heart to his true love.
Before my death, my six-year-old son tearfully begs him to save me thrice.
The first time, he holds my husband's hand and says I'm coughing up blood.
My husband sneers. "Looks like she's learned tricks—she knows how to teach children to lie now."
Then, he has his bodyguards kick my son out of the ward.
The second time, my son grabs his sleeve and says I'm in so much pain that I'm incoherent.
My husband frowns. "It's just a heart transplant. The doctor said she won't die."
The bodyguards step forward and drag my son out of the ward again.
The third time, my son grovels at my husband's feet and grabs his pants, sobbing and saying that I'm already unconscious.
My husband is infuriated. He grabs my son by the neck and throws him out of the ward.
"I told you Nadia won't die! I'll throw her and you out of the hospital if you come here and disturb Ruby's rest again!"
My son gives his most previous item—a guardian angel pendant—to a nurse to save me. The nurse accepts it and arranges for me to be admitted to the last available ward in the hospital.
However, Ruby Sharpe has someone stand before it with her pet dog. She says, "Sorry, kiddo. Your father's worried I'll be bored without my dog, so this ward has been set aside for my dog to stay in."