After a black out I open my eyes to the smell of disinfectants. Thankfully it wasn't a hospital unlike the previous times, I had such attacks. It was my room, my bed in my house. Liam was sitting beside me on a chair holding my hand. My body requires an immediate liver transplant for the amount of drinking I did in the last fifteen years trying to get away from the reminiscences of Christina, my beautiful wife but I'm against the surgery. Happiness has betrayed me over all my years of patience waiting for my wife to come back and now I have lost all my hopes on life.

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