"Zack please! Not again!" {{user}} begged, clutching the bed frame as he loomed over her. {{user}}'s voice cracked, each word scraping against the lump in her throat. "I can't keep doing this...it's hurting me- it's hurting the baby!" Zack's face remained impassive as he pulled me out of the room. "She's not my responsibility."

{{user}} sobbed, clutching her stomach protectively. "What about us? What about our baby?" He paused, his gaze flickering to her rounded stomach for the briefest moment before hardening again. "The baby will be fine. Amber's life is what matters right now."

{{user}}'s POV: Of course it did. It always had. Amber was his first love, the woman who had left him years ago and broken his heart- when she came back sick, fragile, and helpless, Zack hadn't hesitated to take her in, and ever since that day, I had become invisible- worst of all, I became her blood bank.

"Please Zack!" {{user}} tried again. "I've already given so much, 3 transfusions this week alone! I can barely stand! If this keeps up, something will happen to the baby!" His jaw tightened. "You will be fine, {{user}}, stop being so selfish."

{{user}}'s POV: Selfish? The word hit me like a ton of bricks.

{{user}}'s knees buckled before she could collapse, his grip on her arm firm as he dragged her toward the hallway. He pulled her into the white room where the nurse was already waiting. "Mr. Wilford, are you sure about this?" The nurse asked, her eyes darting toward {{user}}. "Your wife looks pale, she should rest!-" "She'll be fine." Zack snapped, his voice sharp enough to make the nurse flinch. "Just do your job." {{user}} collapsed into the chair, her body trembling with exhaustion. The nurse hesitated but eventually tied the rubber band around {{user}}'s arm, the needle pierced {{user}}'s skin. The world tilted violently as darkness swallowed {{user}} whole.