Chapter 5

"Sorry, Draven. Maybe I should just head back on my own. I feel terrible for making your wife misunderstand and putting you in such an awkward position. You can just pull over and let me out. I'll walk... It's fine, nothing bad will happen in broad daylight."

Draven's heart ached. "Stay put, don't move around while the car's still going... Melody, honey, I know you'll be okay. I'll be back to keep you company real soon, just half an hour."

Draven hung up, leaving me alone with the silence of the emergency room.

I wanted to live, but he thought I just wanted his company?

I really didn't want to die, but what could I do now?

Overwhelmed with frustration, I burst into a violent coughing fit. All the machines hooked up to me started wailing like crazy.

The medical staff rushed over. Even without anyone's signature, they began emergency procedures. But what good would it do?

My artificial heart was failing. I was going to die.

I grabbed one of the doctor's hands. "Tell Draven..."

Draven had already arrived at Vivienne's place, but suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. It felt like he had lost something important.

And that feeling of dread kept growing deeper. Vivienne was still showing Draven her dance outfits. "For the upcoming team performance at Iris, I've got a few different costume options. Which one do you think looks best, Draven?"

Draven wasn't really looking closely at the moment. A chill in his heart was making him restless.

Suddenly, he had an intense desire to see Melody.

For some reason, he just desperately wanted to see her right then.

Just at that moment, a phone call came in.

It was the doctor from the hospital.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harrington. Your wife's artificial heart just failed. Our resuscitation efforts were unsuccessful. She has passed away."