Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 827

As long as we have sincere and strong wishes in our heart and fight hard for them, then, it is certain that our wishes will come true.

Beep...beep...beep...

At the hospital, the heart rate monitor continued its same stable and regular cadence.

Weston woke up suddenly, face contorted in fear like he was in the grip of a nightmare. He quickly turned his attention to the heart rate monitor. After hearing the regular beeping from the machine, he was a little relieved, find out the woman lying on bed was still alive with a normal heart beat. So he took several deep breaths, closing his eyes, but his heart was still racing violently.

He rested his face in his hands, while pain and despair were spread quickly over his features… He rubbed his face, then dropped his hands and opened his eyes. Slowly and quietly, he stood up from the bed, strode over to the other side and sat on the chair, slowly and cautiously grabbing Wing's hand with his and kissing it gently.

Closing his eyes to feel her faint body temperature, Weston knitted his brow painfully, saying desperately, "Wing, please... Please wake up. I'm so scared!"

Still, he got no response, no matter how much he wanted it, and the unchanging sound from the heart rate monitor made him feel even more restless. Pain welled up in Weston as he kissed Wing's hand. Gradually, such pain was overwhelming, and tears ran from his closed eyes. The tears were hot, just like his seething heart. It was now too painful for him to even take a breath.

"Wing… Don't you know I feel so alone?" Weston asked sadly, choked by his tears. It broke his words, sobs racking his body, stopping him at every syllable. "Please... Don't lea-- leave me. P--please God. Ma-make her wake up. Wing. Wake up. Please!"

His helpless voice was full of great sorrow. Weston couldn't help it. He didn't know what else he could do for Wing. Since the doctor kept giving him prognoses of doom, his mind became increasingly restless. Watching her life slipping away day by day, he couldn't sleep. And even when he did finally fall into an exhausted slumber, nightmares would follow him.

Wing's doctor had advised him to talk with a therapist. He was much too anxious, and maybe talking about it would make him feel better. But what choice did he have, other than continuing to feel miserable? He felt as if he was gradually waiting for Wing to leave his life forever, but he could do nothing about it. He was experiencing a horrible feeling that made his life worse than death.

Suddenly, he was shocked out of his thoughts. The rhythm of the heart beat monitor changed suddenly.

Weston's eyes snapped open as he realized what was going on. His bloodshot orbs stared at the lines on the monitor, changing between a straight line and a curve quickly, completely disorderly and irregular.

He was startled and his breath came in short gasps. Before he had time to think, he quickly stood up and pressed the emergency bell…

Immediately, noisy and chaotic footsteps came from the hallway. Then, the door was pushed open and the doctors and nurses hurried forward with their instruments. Weston stood powerlessly off to one side looking at the busy doctors, his vision darkened as if he were covered in a layer of grey film. He watched impassively as they prepared defibrillator paddles to try and correct the heartbeat. They charged the machine, squirted gel on the paddles, and applied them to her chest. Wing's body jumped reflexively, but her heartbeat still didn't correct itself. The room filled with the smell of ozone.