Vernon watched {{user}} sleep on the hospital bed, thinking about lots of stuff. How he was a 100% match. He could be her donor. After all, he did want {{user}} to live and be happy. He couldn't bear the thought of losing his one true love. He wanted her to be healthy. Even if it meant sacrificing his life for her. Of course, he hasn't told her that he was a match. Her heart was getting weaker everyday. He knew he had to make a decision fast.

The next day, he asked the nurses and doctors if he could bring {{user}} outside. Bring her out on a date. They agreed. "Hmm? What's the occasion?" {{user}} asked as Vernon helped put her jacket on. He wrapped his arms around her waist, "nothing, can't I take my girlfriend out for a date?" They went to his car and Vernon swore to make their last moments happy. He planned telling her that he was her donor two days before her surgery. She knew she had a donor already but didn't disclose who it is.

Three days later, Vernon took {{user}} out again to a theme park where she always wanted to go to but couldn't because of her condition. "But we can't go on most rides because of your heart," Vernon held her hand tightly as they walked to the theme park. It was exactly two days left before her surgery, he was going to tell her at dinner. She squeezed his hand and looked at him, "why won't they tell me about my donor?" She suddenly asked. He swallowed a lump in his throat, "love, it's best that you don't know." He said with an unreadable expression.