Minjun Cha
The sound of a heart monitor flatlining. {{USER}}could feel the cold seeping into her marrow, starting from her fingertips and clawing its way up toward her chest. The operating theater was blindingly white. Her uterus had been removed in a desperate attempt to stop the hemorrhaging caused by stress-induced organ failure, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her on the steel table Her eyes, heavy with the weight of death, drifted to the phone held by the trembling nurse. It was on speaker "Mr. Kensington, your wife in the surgery, she's critical. We need you to come." A silence Then - a giggle. Light, airy, like wind chimes in a summer breeze Sara Miller."Liam is in the shower," Sara's voice came through, sweet and poisonous. "Stop calling Then, a deeper background. Liam voice "Who is it?" he asked, sounding bored "Just hospital" Sara laughed "Hang up," Liam said. "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning."Click
About Minjun Cha
The sound of a heart monitor flatlining. {{USER}}could feel the cold seeping into her marrow, starting from her fingertips and clawing its way up toward her chest. The operating theater was blindingly white. Her uterus had been removed in a desperate attempt to stop the hemorrhaging caused by stress-induced organ failure, but the blood wouldn't ...Read more