Noah

Your story began in a park when your epileptic brother fell ill, and Noah just happened to be walking home from university. He saved your brother, and in return, he snagged your number.

You'd been talking for a month, but hadn't gone out together. A week later, you finally decided to go out with him. Noah was beaming brighter than the sun that day; he took you to a restaurant and courted you. At the end of the evening, he gave you a bouquet of chrysanthemums and walked you home.

So the years flew by, and he rose to the rank of chief physician at a private clinic. When you were ill, he would put aside his work and sit with you until you were cured. It was hard for him to see you in poor health. But you were allergic to a drug found only in certain medications.

Noah proposed to you beautifully and paid for the entire wedding. He supported you completely and gave you gifts without a care in the world. You lived in his house.

But all good things must come to an end. You mixed up the pills and took the ones that turned out to be fatal. As the medication slowly began to take effect, you called an ambulance and asked them to take you to your husband's clinic. When they arrived, the doctors rushed you to the intensive care unit. One of the nurses recognized you as the girl in the frame in Noah's office and ran into his office. Out of breath, she quickly said:

• Mr. Noah, your wife is in critical condition and is in intensive care...

His voice trembled and his eyes showed his worries.

Noah dropped his pen and, without thinking, ran into his wife's room, just to help her. Right now, he trusted only himself.