Trading Your Ring For The Abyss
Language: en
Four years of long-distance. I finally bought a ring and booked a flight to Chicago to propose to Matthew. Before the plane touched down, he sent me a text. "Emergency surgery tonight. Might be off the grid for a bit." I didn’t tell him I had landed. I wanted to surprise him at Chicago Memorial, to show up at his locker with the ring. But a sudden, crippling bout of acute gastroenteritis hit me the moment I stepped into the terminal, and my best friend, Rachel, had to rush me straight into the emergency room instead. While hooked up to an IV, separated from the rest of the ward only by…