An angel in a white dress and shining brightly took him home. Charlos took the angel's hand. For a moment, his spirit released from his body. Then the angel gave him a choice whether Charlos would come or not because, in fact, God still gave him a chance to live.
Charlos saw Rissa sitting in a wheelchair; bandages were on her cheeks. Rissa stared blankly at him with her pale face. Charlos looked at the deep sadness in her eyes.
Charlos came up to her, but there was nothing he could do. Risa couldn't see him. He is just a spirit hovering in the air. And then, he turned to see for his dying body, lying on the patient bed.
Wires stuck to his body and three forked IV tubes stabbed his hands. The nurses were busy performing CPR. His body jerked several times, but there was no response. He's dead.
For the sake of his life ..., his career ..., his mother ..., and Rissa.
