Derek took the scalpel. His hands were shaking nervously. He was about to cut into the woman he loved. Angie didn't even know it would be Derek performing the surgery on her heart. He moved his hand with the knife in. He put his hand on her unconscious hand and felt her long, dainty fingers. He didn't want to operate on Angie. Derek didn't think he could ever forgive himself for making a slit in her, even if she lived afterwards. He wished everything that happened that Tuesday morning was never begun.
That morning, Derek came into Hope Hospital as usual and greeted Angie in the canteen. Derek didn't know this but Angie had a high affection for him and she made it really obvious during one part of surgery on a man who had Polyps in his neck. As Derek came out of the OR, Angie and him held hands before they went on their short break. They then stopped in the middle in one of the corridors. Angie's face went pale. She started breathing funny.
"Angie, are you alright?" Derek asked her.
She couldn't reply. She got hold of her neck, as she wasn't able to breathe. A seriously sharp pain came on in her throat and she fell to the ground, fainting. Part of her chest made a cut in itself for some strange reason and drops of blood started to drip on the floor.
"Angie, Angie?!" Derek got seriously worried.
Everything blocked out for poor Angie. She could hardly hear anybody as they came rushing with oxygen and different parts of machinery and bandages. Derek felt her pulse that was rapidly going to high and fast. She could just feel him helping her and heard three faint words. I love you.