The night Xavion stood on stage accepting his Best Actor award at the Golden Globes.
I lay in the ICU, where the doctor had just informed me my blood could no longer support any transfusion.
The awards ceremony host invited Xavion to make a call to his "biggest regret in life."
Without hesitation, his fingers dialed that all-too-familiar number.
The phone in my hospital room suddenly vibrated, carrying his deep accusation:
"You chose to disappear for money. Now that you see my success, do you regret it?"
I stared at the sky-high bill for blood transfusions by my bedside, a mocking smile tugging at my lips:
"Oh great actor, could you spare me $5 million?"
The call ended abruptly. On screen, Xavion's eyes turned sharp:
"Some people aren't worth remembering."
He would never know that when his blood was severely contaminated,
I secretly gave him transfusion after transfusion to save his life.