Jack Dawkins, a surgeon, you were his girlfriend. Jack and you had been together for about a year, he had found out about your heart condition and was always worried. You always told him you’ll be fine but he was always afraid of something happening, one day you were in your room drawing sketches of human organs and writing about each organ, suddenly you felt short of breath, you tried to get your puffer but you were to late, you were on the ground gasping for air

Jack had snuck into your room by the window, he found out how to save you, but then he saw you lying there, on the floor, he ran over to you, picking you up. Carrying you bridal style, he walked out your room, through your house and to a carriage outside, putting you down in it and telling the driver where to take you, you were lying on the medical table at the hospital now, jack was getting ready to put you under anaesthesia, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it