SAVE SPIRITUAL LIVES

Hello, my name is Blazz and I am a young doctor who is from a country in Europe. I reached the pinnacle of my career thanks to my brain and I thought my career would go great. I was always a man of science and I put love aside; I always thought love was for idiots, ju, or so I thought, until I fell in love and almost died. Anyway, anyway, here's my story.

I graduated from medical school at the age of 25. Trying to be a little humble, I am a genius and I finished high school at 13 and decided to study medicine at a young age so I could apply to the medical field at 18 because I wanted to be well prepared and all that time I studied like crazy to graduate with honors.

In the end I made it: I graduated from the prestigious Heidelberg University, I was top of my class and now I am practicing medicine. I achieved my goal and was the youngest doctor of my generation. So much was my performance that the state recognized me and gave me a job in some state buildings that experiment with rare diseases all the time; it was like a kind of laboratory. Apart from medicine, I studied a little bit of pure chemistry in order to have better results and time went by until that day when I met her.

It was June 25, 2500. Medicine had advanced by leaps and bounds, but with time new diseases arose that one could not predict. That day at 10 am I was called to see a woman with a very rare disease that gradually degenerated the bones as if they were wasting away and also caused the blood to gradually drain from the body, something never seen by the science of that time.

I introduced myself to her. She was a gray-haired woman of pale appearance, but pleasing to the eye; she was not ugly. She looked like she had lost the pigmentation of her hair due to the disease, as she was about 30. Of course, I was already 32 and I was curious how someone who was almost my age had this disease. I started by introducing myself to her and, in a faint but friendly tone, she returned my greeting. I don't know what happened, but something in my heart stirred. I remained silent and touched my heart to see if something was wrong, but nothing. I kept asking her clinical questions to find out how she could have contracted such a rare disease. I spent a lot of time with her; in between questions I would crack a joke or two to make her smile. It was weird; I almost never acted like that. She seemed to like my jokes, but I carried on as if nothing was wrong and the afternoon came. I was caught off guard, perhaps because I didn't notice the passing of time. I didn't know what was going on with me and I withdrew very cordially that day because I had other things to do, but I would be back tomorrow to continue and I left with a smile.

The next day I reported to my superior and we discussed the possible causes of the illness. It turns out that the patient named Frida was held captive by some crazy people who experimented on humans and many diseases were tested on her, but they always cured her successfully until the last disease. Since the fuckers who did that to her couldn't cure her, they got rid of her and the police found her and brought her to the facility where I am.

Continuing the conversation with my superior, we discussed several possibilities, from bone cancer to osteogenesis imperfecta, but it didn't fit the symptoms. It was a very rare disease; it seemed to eat away at the bone mass like piranhas in the water. Well, by this point we started with the basics: blood tests and x-rays, and so we spent time with as much medical stuff as possible. I, more than anyone else, was very aware of this patient. In general, I didn't know at the moment what was wrong with me, but when I was around her I felt weird and was kind of awkward. She laughed at the times I dropped the papers; by distracting me with her smile, it seemed that she felt the same way I did.

After a while I started to leave the lab to spend more time with her; I didn't want to leave her alone, I felt inside me that she needed help, more than medical help, she needed someone to listen to her. She would smile at me every time she saw me come to her room. Almost every day we spent time talking about many things we had in common. We spent a lot of time together and my coworkers had to get me out of there so I could get on with my work. She would talk to me about how hard she had it when she was kidnapped. She was a low-income person before she was kidnapped and when she was kidnapped, she was treated like dirt. I was very saddened by her situation; I wanted to help her out of the emotional hole she was in by giving her all my support and I was also trying very hard for her with her illness. I was starting to feel my heart racing and I was trying to calm down; I still didn't know what was wrong with me.

The days passed quietly; with her by my side, I felt I could handle anything. I realized after the two months I spent with her that I had fallen in love and it seemed that she also had feelings for me. At first I didn't want to accept it, but I had no choice but to admit it. I fell in love, but this feeling put me in a dilemma: I wanted to save her, no matter what; I wouldn't care about anything but her and put aside my other responsibilities, annoying my superior in the process, but then my superior understood what was wrong with me and analyzed it, leaving me calm and a bit envious, as he had never fallen in love, so he let me act at my will, wishing me luck. He is a very nice guy and now I owe him a lot.

I went to her room and, talking casually as usual, I proposed to her and at first she did not want to accept my feelings, as she felt she had very little time left to live and that seemed to be true, but I told her that I would not give up, that I would get it for her and proposed that she marry me after I cure her. She looked at me and smiled and told me to please not get her hopes up, that she had already accepted her fate and that the moments I gave her kept her very happy. Releasing a tear down my cheek, I swore to her that I would find the cure and cure her. She sighed and accepted my feelings.

Another day passed and I was feeling very motivated to do my work. I spent all day in the lab analyzing samples and trying to synthesize a cure, but I had many problems. The technology at this time was a relief to me, as it made me process the results very fast, but I kept getting errors and nothing. Now I only spent little time with her and more in the lab; she understood and didn't worry too much because I wasn't going to see her, everything I was doing was for her sake. One night, as I was retiring to my home, I ran into my superior who was handling the case with me. He gave me some bad news, he told me that she only had a month to live at the most; if we did not cure her, her body could not take it anymore. He also told me that it was very strange that she had not died yet because of her condition, that she was enduring a lot.

I said goodbye to my superior and walked to my car, sat down gripping the steering wheel, looked at the floor of my car for a few seconds and started crying inconsolably. I knew she was holding on for me. That night I spent in my apartment reviewing formula after formula, memorizing possible results and, since I have no shortage of money, in my own lab I worked tirelessly. The plasma resolution machine that helped me separate some possible organisms from the blood was a great help and, with constant assistance from my medical AI who helped me with some formulas, I made good progress.

The morning peeked through my window and I had dark circles under my eyes that looked like a raccoon, but happy because I managed to isolate the virus she had in her blood; it was not long now. Happy and tired from the discovery, I called my superior, told him the good news and told him I would rest that day because I could not take it anymore. He told me that it was fine, that I deserved it, and that day I slept all day. The next day I set out to go to the lab to find a cure for this deadly virus.

This last month I had left was the deadline for her, so I went hard at it every day. I only saw her 2 days in the 25 days I was cooped up in the lab. By day 28, I had done it; I found the cure. It was very difficult, but I finally did it. I ran out with the cure in a syringe towards Frida's room. I arrived quickly, but when I entered I found my superior and some other doctors around her bed. She was dying. Her body was no longer producing much blood to keep her alive and, even if I gave her the cure, I would not act immediately; it was too late for her. I approached slowly; my companions lowered their heads as they watched me enter. My superior put his hand on my shoulder and shook his head, sorry for what was happening. I pulled him aside and quickly put the cure on her, but we all knew it wasn't going to work.

Crying, I grabbed her hand telling her not to leave me, shedding tears on her face. She only had the strength to turn and look at me; she could no longer speak, she just looked at me and smiled and I faintly heard the word "I accept". At that moment I remembered the promise to get married and I just knelt on the floor holding her hand; crying I said, "I also accept" and she died in front of me. I was devastated.

After a while, the doctors congratulated me for finding a cure for this terrible disease. I won a Nobel Prize in medicine, but I was not happy. I got the state to give me permission for Frida to appear as married to me. Thanks to the witnesses that day it was not difficult, but I was already without her. I was given an indefinite vacation leave until I felt better about the discovery. The nights passed and I felt terrible; I just cried. I didn't understand how someone like me couldn't get over this. It was the first time I fell in love and my colleagues were supporting me because I was the first one to fall in love and they felt bad about how it all ended.

One night I couldn't take it anymore and I drank alcohol and took my Nobel Prize and went to a train station. It was late at night and there was no one there, just me and the noises of the trains passing by in the early morning. I sat on the platform crying and looking at my prize; I couldn't make sense of it all. I was already famous, but without it I was nothing. I drank the whole bottle at once and went down to the train tracks, wanting to end it all, because there was no longer any sense in going on living. For a moment I cursed for having fallen in love.

Staggering on the tracks, I saw in the distance how a train was approaching at high speed. I just closed my eyes and opened my arms, accepting my fate with the prize in my hand. When the train was already a few meters away, I felt a big push in my ribs and, just when the train was already meters away from me, I went flying from the push and fell sitting on the side of the tracks. I opened my eyes in surprise, I could see the train passing in front of me, but something strange happened: in the passing windows I could see a woman. I didn't distinguish her well at first, but after focusing my eyes well, it was her, Frida, looking at me with a sad face, but then she said something to me that I couldn't hear well and then I passed out drunk.

I woke up in a cardboard box; a homeless man had pulled me from the side of the train tracks where I fell asleep and brought me to rest, as he had seen all my theatrics at the station. When I awoke, he told me I was crazy to do all that and, without further ado, I just said thank you. I then proceeded to leave the place, but not before picking up the prize that was beside me. As I was leaving, the homeless man stopped me and told me that a woman had told him to give her a message. I quickly turned around, grabbed him by the clothes and asked him in desperation what she had told him, and the homeless man told me that she had said to take care of me and to go on living.

At that moment the memory of Frida on the train came to me and I understood her words; she told me clearly. She told me: "Thank you for healing me, husband". I burst into tears in front of the homeless man and the kind man just hugged me. After some time had passed, I left and gave the award to the homeless man, since that object represented no value other than the superficial of my career. At first I did it for the recognition, but now everything had changed thanks to Frida. When I got home I started to think about everything that had happened and went to sleep.

At night I had a beautiful dream with Frida. We met in a field of flowers and talked for a while. I told her that I missed her and she told me that I still had a purpose and that was to help humanity with my intelligence. Crying, I hugged her and woke up from the dream; it was already daylight. I decided to return to my work with another thought: I had managed to say goodbye to her and I was more motivated to continue, since it was my beloved's wish. I am currently developing more cures to be able to continue helping humanity as she would have wanted. Well it is acid my story, thank you for reading it and good luck, survivor. Take care and take care of your love next to you.