His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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"Don't know you." Whitney walked away quickly, but Dr. Shaw followed: "Don't worry, I won't tell Mr. Sterling I saw you. I just want to help you as a friend."
Whitney remembered owing him twenty thousand and stopped: "Please keep my identity secret. Give me your bank account—I'll transfer the money I owe you."
Dr. Shaw handed over his phone, beaming: "No rush on the money. Add me on Instagram—if the baby gets sick, just call me."
Whitney readily added him. The man said: "My medical conference is this afternoon. I'm free this morning—let me take you to the pediatric department."
"Thanks." Whitney said.
Dr. Shaw accompanied her throughout, even winning a toy car from the claw machine for the little guy, making the child giggle with delight.
As they parted, Dr. Shaw looked serious: "Whitney, I became a doctor because of you. Remember?"
"Because of me?" Whitney looked confused.
"Seriously, you gave me something to write on my arm once, but you forgot completely!" Xavier rolled up his sleeve, looking hurt: "See for yourself!"
Whitney looked up in surprise—on his right forearm were three words written in elegant, strong handwriting that was definitely hers: "HEAL AND SAVE."
She stared at the familiar words, suddenly remembering something.
When ten-year-old Whitney was hospitalized with leukemia, she met a little boy who'd broken his leg playing basketball.
Her fellow patient visited daily to cheer her up, sometimes bringing caught butterflies, other times hot cinnamon rolls, which pissed off Harrison so much he'd threaten to beat the kid up and banned him from getting close.
The day after her surgery, as she lay resting, the boy climbed through the window and handed her a box of butterflies: "Whitney, I have to go. These butterflies are for you to play with—hope they bring you joy!"
"When I grow up, I'll be a doctor and develop the strongest painkillers so you won't suffer anymore!"
She praised his ambition and solemnly wrote "HEAL AND SAVE" on the boy's arm with a marker.
"A doctor's duty is to heal and save lives." Xavier touched the words on his arm, his voice hoarse: "Whitney, I've always remembered what you said, so I studied hard and held the top spot in our grade, hoping you'd see the rankings and remember me, remember all the butterflies I released for you."
He looked dejected: "But you forgot me—you only saw Harrison."
"I'm sorry." Whitney looked apologetic: "Harrison told me he released those butterflies, so I believed him."
"I was the one who released the butterflies—that manipulative bastard!" Xavier sounded bitter: "The day you came to watch my basketball game in freshman year, I planned to tell you about our childhood, but Harrison stopped me. Because of that fight, he got suspended and I was forced to transfer schools. Never got another chance to see you."
With that, tears slid down Xavier's cheeks: "When I saw that Sterling guy mistake Vera for his girlfriend, I wanted to beat him senseless."
"But you were devoted, chasing him for eight years, waiting for him to remember..."
"If only I'd developed the brain nerve repair medication sooner, you wouldn't have been hurt so badly, suffered so much, and gotten this thin."
"It's okay—all the pain will pass. I'll be fine." Whitney wiped away her tears, saying softly: "Maybe next time I can watch you play basketball again?"
"YES!" Xavier laughed out loud.
Whitney remembered owing him twenty thousand and stopped: "Please keep my identity secret. Give me your bank account—I'll transfer the money I owe you."
Dr. Shaw handed over his phone, beaming: "No rush on the money. Add me on Instagram—if the baby gets sick, just call me."
Whitney readily added him. The man said: "My medical conference is this afternoon. I'm free this morning—let me take you to the pediatric department."
"Thanks." Whitney said.
Dr. Shaw accompanied her throughout, even winning a toy car from the claw machine for the little guy, making the child giggle with delight.
As they parted, Dr. Shaw looked serious: "Whitney, I became a doctor because of you. Remember?"
"Because of me?" Whitney looked confused.
"Seriously, you gave me something to write on my arm once, but you forgot completely!" Xavier rolled up his sleeve, looking hurt: "See for yourself!"
Whitney looked up in surprise—on his right forearm were three words written in elegant, strong handwriting that was definitely hers: "HEAL AND SAVE."
She stared at the familiar words, suddenly remembering something.
When ten-year-old Whitney was hospitalized with leukemia, she met a little boy who'd broken his leg playing basketball.
Her fellow patient visited daily to cheer her up, sometimes bringing caught butterflies, other times hot cinnamon rolls, which pissed off Harrison so much he'd threaten to beat the kid up and banned him from getting close.
The day after her surgery, as she lay resting, the boy climbed through the window and handed her a box of butterflies: "Whitney, I have to go. These butterflies are for you to play with—hope they bring you joy!"
"When I grow up, I'll be a doctor and develop the strongest painkillers so you won't suffer anymore!"
She praised his ambition and solemnly wrote "HEAL AND SAVE" on the boy's arm with a marker.
"A doctor's duty is to heal and save lives." Xavier touched the words on his arm, his voice hoarse: "Whitney, I've always remembered what you said, so I studied hard and held the top spot in our grade, hoping you'd see the rankings and remember me, remember all the butterflies I released for you."
He looked dejected: "But you forgot me—you only saw Harrison."
"I'm sorry." Whitney looked apologetic: "Harrison told me he released those butterflies, so I believed him."
"I was the one who released the butterflies—that manipulative bastard!" Xavier sounded bitter: "The day you came to watch my basketball game in freshman year, I planned to tell you about our childhood, but Harrison stopped me. Because of that fight, he got suspended and I was forced to transfer schools. Never got another chance to see you."
With that, tears slid down Xavier's cheeks: "When I saw that Sterling guy mistake Vera for his girlfriend, I wanted to beat him senseless."
"But you were devoted, chasing him for eight years, waiting for him to remember..."
"If only I'd developed the brain nerve repair medication sooner, you wouldn't have been hurt so badly, suffered so much, and gotten this thin."
"It's okay—all the pain will pass. I'll be fine." Whitney wiped away her tears, saying softly: "Maybe next time I can watch you play basketball again?"
"YES!" Xavier laughed out loud.
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