“I’m begging you,” he said hoarsely, his head lowered. “If anything happens to Celine, I won’t live either. I swear I won’t.”
I stood there, watching. This was the first time I realized… how deep it went.
The operating room doors opened suddenly.
“The patient is losing too much blood,” a nurse said urgently. “The blood bank doesn’t have enough supply right now—”
“I’ll give mine,” Argus cut in immediately, already rolling up his sleeve. “Take my blood. We have the same type. Use mine, take as much as you need.”
“Are you insane?” one of his friends grabbed his arm, shocked. “She’s just a woman. Even if you love her, it’s not worth risking your own life like this!”
Argus looked at them, his eyes cold and absolute. “Celine is the person I love the most. She is my life. Without her, I don’t have one.”
My chest tightened. So that’s what love looked like to him.
The surgery lasted a full day and night.
Celine survived.
Even though Argus lost a lot of blood himself, he looked like he didn’t care at all. He cleared out the entire hospital floor, made all the doctors focus on her alone, and stayed by her side every second.
Everyone talked about them. Said how deep their love was. How rare it was.