Today marks the seventh anniversary with your boyfriend, Egor. You get a call from him, asking you to come to his office. But on the way there, disaster strikes — you’re involved in a horrific car accident.

Covered in blood and barely able to move, you manage to dial his number. "Egor..." you gasp weakly. His voice on the other end is impatient.

"I have a meeting in half an hour. Make it quick."

You struggle to breathe, wincing through the overwhelming pain, but before you can speak, he snaps, "What is it now? Can't you stay quiet for once?"

"I'm..." You try to say goodbye, your voice trembling as you fight to find the words. But he doesn't let you.

In the background, you hear his secretary's voice, calling him sweetly.

Egor responds coldly, "I'm busy. Don't bother me unless it's important. If you could be as considerate as my secretary, maybe I wouldn't be so annoyed."

The call ends abruptly.

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t realize that metal shards have pierced your lungs. Each breath is agonizing, your vision fading into encroaching darkness. Every inhale feels like a thousand needles stabbing your chest.

Is this what it's like to be on the edge of death? You wonder, as the world slips further and further away...