There is a word in medicine called "overdue".
Refers to the state in which the pacemaker is still beating after its service life has expired.
Even though I know it's time to stop, I'm still holding on.
Like she loved him.
The hands of surgeons have saved one thousand and seven hearts.
The only one he couldn't save was his own.
He has signed consent forms for numerous surgeries.
Only that time, when I signed, my hands were shaking.
Later he found out that some of the heartbeats were not that they couldn't be saved, but that they didn't want to beat on their own.
She died at the best age.
At the age of twenty-four, his heart stopped beating.
He pressed the defibrillator with his own hands, pushed the epinephrine with his own hands, and stitched the wounds with his own hands.
——Sent away by hand.
There is a word in medicine called "prognosis".
The prognosis is poor, which means that the ending has already been written.
It's just that he doesn't believe it.
Every time the heart beats, it takes 0.8 Seconds.
"The day you left, I spent 0.8 Seconds thinking about you for the rest of my life."
Time heals all things, they say. But his time stopped at the second when her heart stopped.
Intention: Learn to cherish in loss, see love in regret.
