"Bobby's gone, and it's all my fault." Tears flowed down my face, but no sound came out. I could never live with myself knowing that I've ruined the Davis family. Every trial that has come into their lives since they met me, is because of me. I wouldn't doubt it if Charlotte's baby dies because of me too.

"Don't say that," Charlotte's face turned pale and she looked like she was in shock.

"I killed him," I cried.

"Don't say that!" tears were running down Charlotte's face. She turned and walked away. She was in way more pain than I was.

   I turned to Charles. I knew this family hated me now.

"It's not your fault, Arlene. He did it because he loves you." Charles was crying by now.

"I should've died, not Bobby! I don't deserve to live!" as I cried, I fell down to the floor and just sat there. I knew the doctor couldn't save him. He was gone.

Charles grabbed me and pulled me off the ground. His son whom he had a strong bond with just died. I knew he had to be heartbroken right now. He walked off after Charlotte when he knew my feet were sturdy on the ground. Everyone hated me. I killed an eighteen year old boy, and no one would ever forgive me for this. I should've died when I ran away. I should've died during the surgery.

   I found myself being ushered to my hospital bed when all the nurses and the doctor came out and closed the door. I lied down on the bed without putting up a fight. There was no use in fighting because there was nothing I could do about it now. I'm glad I didn't marry Bobby, because if I did, it would just hurt even worse.

The doctor came into the room and the nurse left. He sat in a chair and stared at me.

"What?" I asked, fiddling with my thumbs.

"Almost every day, I lose a patient. I have to live with the guilt of letting another human being die. When I can't save someone, I always blame myself. I always tell everyone it was my fault. I always feel like everyone is against me when I lose a patient, and sadly, I can never seem to find myself after I lose a patient. I can never feel the security I once felt before I became a doctor. I feel scared every time I perform a surgery, or try to bring someone back to life. Today, I don't have to feel all of this. Today, I haven't lost a patient, not yet."

"I don't understand. One of your patients just died!" I yelled.

"I brought him back. He's not dead. He's alive." I lifted my eyes from my hands to the doctor. He smiled. I started crying, tears of joy, of course.

"Thank you," I jumped up and hugged this stranger who just saved Bobby's life. "Thank you so much." I whispered.

"Not me, but God." he pointed to the ceiling. "Bobby Davis helped me realize that."

I smiled weakly and ran to Bobby's room.

"Bobby," I said anxiously, running to his bedside. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Hey, Bobby, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, considering the news I just died and came back to life." he chuckled and sat up.

"Why are you such an idiot?" I asked.

"What?"

"Why would you give me your stupid kidney? I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you for doing that. You almost died, because of me." I replied, taking his hand.

"Because I love you, Arlene. I would gladly die for you any day." he replied.

"And I would die for you too, but next time, don't save my life." I was serious.

"I would save your life even if it meant giving away everything I owned. You can't make me not save your life."

"Then I guess I'll try my very best not to die." I laughed.

"Yeah, me too." he laughed.

"I have to go back to my room, but I'll visit you whenever I can when I get out of here. I know it'll be a lot sooner than you do." I said, standing up.

"I love you," Bobby said.

"I love you, too," I genuinely smiled for the first time in forever, well that's what it felt like. I went back to my room and lied down on the bed.

"Thank you," I whispered, closing my eyes. "Thank you, Jesus,"

   I went to bed that night and slept like a baby, and woke up that morning feeling great; especially because I could eat food this morning. The nurse fixed me a breakfast that consisted of bacon, eggs, toast with jelly on it, and a glass of orange juice. I thanked the Lord for the food that was sitting on the tray in front of me, and dug in.

"You're being released today," the nurse told me.

"I'm glad. I'm really getting tired of this uncomfortable bed." I laughed.

"Just be glad nothing happened to you. Then you would be in a really uncomfortable bed. In the ground." she laughed.

"Actually, I would be in Heaven." I replied.

"I guess so, if you're a Christian."

"I am. Are you?"

"Yes," she smiled.

"That's good to know." I grinned. "So, when do I get to leave?"

"As soon as someone comes to pick you up."

Just then, Charlotte came in the room.

"How are you feeling, Arlene?" she asked, sitting down in the chair beside of the bed.

"I feel great! I'll be ready to go home as soon as I finish this. I can't wait another second to eat." I said. Charlotte laughed.

"Bobby's being released later today. When he comes home, he'll have to rest a lot. You might not see much of him."

"That's okay, as long as he's home and doing better. I can't wait to see him."

"Well, you don't have to wait much longer. The doctor said we can go see him right now." Charlotte grinned.

"Then lets go." I said as I drank the last drop of orange juice in my cup.