Chapter 13

Sean had a dream. In that dream, he had achieved fame and success, and he was now proposing to Charlotte. She stood across a sea of blooming flowers, gracing him with the gentlest smile. Beside her was a child, babbling softly in baby talk. The dream was short-lived, and Sean found himself lying on a hospital bed by the time he regained consciousness. The harsh white lights shone mercilessly from above, hurting his eyes. The ward was empty, save for the monotonous beeping of the monitor. Sean turned to look at his right wrist, which was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze. He could faintly hear people talking outside. Kylie's tearful voice drifted in through the door. "Those people were too cruel, Dad. Sean's wrist tendon is completely severed. Even if it heals, he'll never be able to perform surgery again. With the way he is right now, I don't even want to date him anymore. "But won't it seem like I'm being ungrateful if I break up with him now? After all, I was in the undergroun