Because Donald just poured me half a bucket of water, and now he uses a wet cloth covering my mouth and nose. I feel much better than before, but Donald has nothing. He would rather die first to give me a chance to live. Even if it is only one second, he wants to fight for me! My heart ached.

"Open the door, Donald!"

"Bang!" a muffled sound was heard. Hearing him fall to the ground, my heart was broken. "Donald? Donald, what's wrong with you? Open the door! Wake up! Donald! Don't sleep! Don't sleep!"

I banged the door with all my strength, and tears burst out like flood...