"If the family doesn’t sign for the surgery now, the patient will die!"
Fortunately, Kelly rushed in at the last second to sign the consent form.
After a life-or-death battle, I barely managed to survive.
Half-conscious, I overheard the doctor furiously scolding Kelly outside the ICU.
"As his wife, don’t you know he’s severely allergic to pollen? He’s already been through a terrible ordeal and now he had to fight for his life again because of negligence!"
My so-called son scoffed dismissively, "Well, he didn’t die, did he? Did he really have to interrupt our family dinner over this?"
Kelly sounded slightly impatient as well. "I was just trying not to turn down a visitor’s kind gesture. Besides, it’s just a pollen allergy and he could’ve just endured it. Why did I have to rush over to sign for surgery?"
Kelly was about to continue complaining, but my coughing interrupted her.
She and my so-called son anxiously pushed open the door, tears welling up in their eyes.
"Honey, it's my fault. I forgot about your pollen allergy."