He was not able to digest such a big revelation. He cried himself to sleep and woke up and again started crying. He cried straight for a week. His face swollen and eyes bulged. His voice cracked and he looked ill. He came to me and asked, "You love me?" "No" I replied.
I know I lied, but I knew truth would hurt him. He smirked, "I know you do. Else who would leave her own life to sort my problems? You're terrible." His comment made me laugh inside but I tried remaining neutral.
After this, he got determined to cure himself and move on. He was solemnly dedicated to his treatment, took his medicines on time and ate properly. He was having sound sleep and was listening positive music. His body had undergone catabolism and he needed to come out of that weakness. This time he was trying heartily to help this.
Time splashed like air. Everything seemed to be alright until my birthday. It was again august and destiny had plans for us. It was acute liver cirrhosis. As he had not eaten properly for months, his liver was severely damaged. He needed an immediate transplant. O –ve he was; the rarest blood group. I was O –ve too. I decide to donate him my liver piece and everyone including him was shocked.
The doctors appreciate my decision making and I mocked that I am controlling the largest event management group right now. I am really very quick at decisions. I had to save him at any cost. The day of transplant came and everything was set. Three hours of surgery and we were fine.
Everyone applauded me and I was looking forward to ashu. We were in the hospital for a month. It was a good time laughing and cherishing memories.
We talked about our school trips and college tours, the mad drives and teasing talks. I told him how I managed his business without him and how I had preserved our memories. We laughed on the punishments we got in school for talking a lot and the farewell where we cried and then the first day in college where we surprised each other.
Everything was going cool and beautiful and we were having speedy recovery. Finally the day came when we were discharged from hospital and came back home.
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The Shy Extrovert
RomanceI wish you had understood my pain, I wish you knew that your smile was my gain. I wish every day started at you smile, And I still wish every day we walked together miles. I don't want any gold or diamonds as you said, I have kept our memories whi...
