At Elara's insistence, we were admitted to a VIP room at the hospital, which she spared no expense to secure.
However, after the examination, the doctor covered my body with a white sheet.
"Miss Langdon, I'm sorry to inform you that your husband has passed away. Please accept my condolences."
Elara, unable to accept this, fell to her knees before the doctor, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Doctor, my husband isn't dead. Please, you must check again. Save him, I beg you!"
"He's just sick. If you treat him properly, he'll wake up. I know he will!"
The doctor said nothing more and quietly left the room.
Elara, filled with desperation, turned to me and said, "Martin, don't worry. If this hospital won't treat you, we'll find another one. I'm sure someone out there will be willing to save you! You'll be alright, I promise!"
She wrapped her arms around my neck, intending to lift me off the hospital bed.
But as she did so, she noticed multiple wounds on my neck.