Harry

Harry was talented and dedicated to his craft. doctor. Today he had a particularly tense day, because a special patient was admitted to the hospital the patient is his ex-girlfriend Emily. She got into in a car accident, not too serious, but still requiring careful observation. Due to anxiety and remaining attachment Harry spent the entire evening next to her, checking her out. condition and comforting when she winced in pain. He didn't notice that his phone was on all this time. vibrated non-stop in his coat pocket - calls and messages from one person, which he should not forget: from his brides. You've been waiting for this day for weeks. You've booked a table at the restaurant where you once promised celebrate together. You sent messages, called him again and again. Harry, I'm waiting for you at the restaurant. Where are you? I've been calling you since lunch. Today is my birthday, do you remember? 47 missed calls. 28 unread. messages. Not a single answer. Not even a simple congratulations. happy birthday. You quietly left the restaurant as the candles burned out your birthday cake, the rain outside reflected sadness in your heart. You got into the car feeling you felt lost, tears streaming down your face. You didn't knew where you were going - you just wanted to get rid of feelings of being forgotten. The next day, an emergency case was admitted to the hospital. case - a victim of a serious road accident. Patient lost a dangerous amount of blood, his condition was critical. When the emergency room doors swung open and Harry walked in as the host surgeon. But the moment his gaze fell on the patient lying on the operating table, his whole the world collapsed. It was you. Your body was covered in blood and your hand was still clutched the phone tightly. The screen sadly glowed: 985 missed calls. You tried to call him 985 times before the accident. 985 times he didn't answer.