“Too much blood... So...sleepy...S-sorry..." She didn't want to die.

There were so many things she wanted to do with him. She didn't want to leave him lonely, but she couldn't hang on.

"I won't Let it happen! Listen! Keep your eyes open! I have blood. I'lL give you a transfusion. If it's not enough, I have my men. They all can donate blood!"

Blair smiled. She knew he wasn't bluffing, but what were the odds they were compatible enough? They had to wait for the ambulance anyway.

Transfusions were tricky. But she was happy. She met Wesley, and fallen in love with him, and he loved her back. What else could she wish for?

Nothing more than him.

By the time the ambulance arrived, Blair had fainted. Before she closed her eyes, she told Wesley that if he had to choose between them, he should choose their son; otherwise, she couldn't go on Living. And even if she did, she'd never forgive him.

In the hospital

The medical professionals wheeled the gurney straight into the operating room. She had lost too much blood and needed a transfusion.

But the blood banks were at critical Levels. Wesley's blood type wasn't a match.

He called his soldiers. Later, more than ten of them, who had the same blood type as Blair, came to the hospital to donate their blood.

Before the operation, the doctor came to Wesley with a surgery risk notice. He told Wesley what those risks were and asked him to sign the paper. Wesley hesitated.

Then a nurse walked out of the operating room and said urgently, "Mr.

Wesley, it doesn't look good. If the mother and baby can't both live, what..."

“Save the mother first!" Wesley said before the nurse could finish her sentence. She might hate him, but she had to live.

With red eyes, Cecelia grabbed the nurse.

"Please, please save the mother!"

The nurse nodded and then wrote something down on the clipboard she held. After she turned and walked back into the OR, Wesley read the notice again. He had brought many soldiers to this hospital before.

Since their families weren't around, Wesley had signed the papers himself. He'd seen the form over and over. But he never hesitated Like this.

Right now, looking at those familiar words, he was afraid.

“Senior Colonel Wesley, please sign. The patient is waiting," the doctor urged.

Clenching his teeth, Wesley signed his name at the bottom of the paper.

“Blair, you have to fight! If you lose this battle, I won't forgive you. I'll chase you into the afterlife.

If you go to heaven, I will chase you through the pearly gates!

If you go to hell, I'LL walk through fire for you!