“You can’t just leave.”
“It’s my dream job.”
“What about us?”
“I’ve always supported you. Why can’t you do the same?”
“If you go, we’re done,” he said coldly.
They sat in silence.
As the plane landed, Dana whispered, “I need someone who understands me.”
“You’re breaking up with me?”
“Yes.”
Michael stood, stunned. Then clutched his chest. “Dana… my heart…”
She panicked. “Michael?!”
He grinned. “Just kidding.”
She stared, horrified. “That’s not funny.”
As she stormed off, he suddenly collapsed. “Dana…” he gasped.
A nurse rushed over. “He’s in tachycardia!”
Paramedics met them at the gate. At the hospital, chaos unfolded.
“Where’s Dr. Carter?” a doctor shouted.
“She missed her flight,” someone replied.
“We’re losing him,” another muttered grimly.
Michael faded in and out, flashes of Dana and regret in his mind.
In a quiet room, Dana sat at his bedside.
“He’s stable but critical,” a nurse informed her.
Michael’s eyes opened. “What… happened?”
“You had a heart attack. Dr. Carter saved you.”
He blinked. “The doctor from the airport?”
At that moment, Dr. Carter entered.
“You…” he whispered.
“I caught a charter flight,” she said. “You were lucky.”
“I’m sorry… and thank you.”
She smiled. “Take care of your heart—physically and emotionally.”
After she left, Michael turned to Dana, eyes wet. “I was awful. Selfish. I know that now.”
“Let’s focus on your recovery.”
“I’ll support your job. You deserve happiness.”
“You’d really do that?”
“Yes. Even if it’s not with me.”
Dana squeezed his hand, smiling softly.
And in that moment, healing began.
