I was born unique, with two hearts beating inside my chest. It was the only thing that ever made my parents smile at me. Because my older brother, Caleb, was born with a congenital heart defect. My parents brought me into this world for one reason only: to be a spare part, to ensure Caleb's survival. Later, I met Sarah. We fell in love and got married. She pulled me out of the abyss, away from my desperate yearning for familial love. I thought she would be different from my parents. But when my brother's condition worsened, she became obsessed with the idea that I should donate one of my hearts to him. What she didn't know was that I only had one heart left. My other heart was already beating inside her chest. 1. "It's just one heart, Lucas. How can you be so selfish?" "You were born for this, weren't you? To let your brother live?" Sarah gripped my hand so tightly her knuckles turned white. "But I want to live too, Sarah. Without a heart, I'll die." Sarah's face stiffened, then her expression hardened. "You have two hearts. Give one up, you'll still have one left. You'll live." "But Caleb is different. Without your heart, he has no chance. He'll die." Ignoring my struggles, Sarah pushed me toward the prep room. Desperate, I tried to explain. "I only have one heart left, Sarah." "Didn't you look at the test results?" Sarah wouldn't listen. "Who knows what you did to avoid donating? You probably bribed the technicians to fake the report." She thought I had paid someone off to alter my medical records. "No, Sarah, listen to me. I had surgery when I was a kid. I already donated one heart." "Enough, Lucas! Just save your brother! Why are you being so stubborn?" Sarah cut me off sharply. "I'm not lying! My heart is inside you!" She didn't hear a word I said, marching straight toward Caleb's prep room. 2. The other doctors in the prep room froze, staring at us. Then someone scoffed. "Trying to pull the romance card now? That's disgusting." "Your brother is fighting for his life, and you're here whispering sweet nothings to your sister-in-law?" Only our families knew Sarah and I were married. Her colleagues didn't know me. Since Sarah handled everything for Caleb's hospitalization personally, everyone in the department assumed Caleb was her husband. And Sarah never corrected them. "Exactly. Instead of saving his own brother, he's hitting on his sister-in-law." "Whatever heart you have, it's wasted on you." Hearing their words, I wanted to scream the truth. "Actually, I'm the one who..." Sarah stormed out of the prep room and grabbed my wrist. "Today, you are donating that heart." "Your brother is already in the operating room. You're next." She slapped a stack of papers onto the counter. "I've already signed the consent forms. Get on the table." Inside the OR, I saw Caleb. He looked so frail, eliciting sympathy from everyone around him. "Don't worry, Caleb. Your wife, Dr. Sarah, will make sure you live a long life." Caleb didn't correct the title. He just gave a weak smile. "It's all my fault. Making my little brother sacrifice so much for me." His voice was filled with self-blame, but the look he gave me was pure provocation. The other doctors murmured about how kind my brother was, and how heartless I must be. After comforting Caleb, Sarah ignored my violent struggles and forced me onto the operating table. She ordered the anesthesiologist to sedate me immediately. Moments later, my struggles ceased as the drugs took hold. Sarah brushed her hand across my cheek. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you survive." Her mentor had performed heart transplants before, so she was confident she could keep me alive. "Once your brother recovers, the whole family will accept you. And I'll be right by your side." 3. Sarah and her colleagues began the surgery with tense efficiency. After what felt like an eternity, Sarah removed a heart from my chest. Without even looking at me, she took my heart and rushed into Caleb's operating room. My chest lay open, my body alone on the cold table. The shrill alarm of the monitoring equipment startled the attending doctor awake. "Why did he flatline? I thought he had two hearts?" One of Sarah's colleagues looked confused. "Dr. Sarah was just joking, and you believed her?" "Good riddance. He was a bad seed anyway. Wouldn't save Dr. Sarah's husband and tried to hit on her." Another colleague chimed in. "So what do we do now?" "He's dead. Just wait for someone to claim the body. If no one comes, send him to the morgue." With that, the doctors left the room. Sarah focused entirely on Caleb's surgery. Despite her confidence, this was her first transplant. Fortunately, hours later, the surgery was a success. Sarah followed Caleb to the recovery room. Only after Caleb was settled did she remember me. She was about to head back to my OR when she bumped into a colleague in the hallway. "Where is my husband?" The colleague paused, then answered. "Isn't he back already?" "Don't worry. The nurses will keep an eye on your husband." Sarah didn't catch the oddness in the reply. She figured her colleague was right. With her around, the nurses would look after me. So, Sarah went back to her office to work. A day later, Caleb woke up. Sarah was by his side. "Caleb, you're finally awake." Seeing Sarah, Caleb burst into tears of relief. 4. Sarah hugged him tight. "Don't worry. The surgery went perfectly." "Your heart won't give you any more trouble." Caleb touched his chest. Thinking about how his lifelong illness was finally gone, he held onto Sarah and wept. Sarah reminded him to stay calm while rubbing his back. A nurse passing by teased them. "Dr. Sarah is so good to her husband." Sarah froze. She remembered I was still in another room on the ward. She started to explain. "You misunderstand, he's not..." Caleb clutched his chest, cutting her off. Sarah had to pat his back again. "I told you not to cry. You need to rest to recover." Seeing Caleb like this reminded her of me. She hadn't seen me since the surgery. "Caleb, rest now. I'm going to check on Lucas." She started to stand up. But Caleb grabbed her hand. "I kept the surgery a secret from Mom and Dad. This is the critical recovery period. If I'm alone, I'm scared something will go wrong." Seeing Caleb's pale face, Sarah's heart softened. She figured her colleagues and the nurses would look out for me because of her. She relaxed. "Alright. I'll stay with you a few more days." Caleb watched Sarah sit back down before slowly closing his eyes. In the morgue, an attendant stared at my body, troubled. "It's been two days and no one's claimed him. What do we do?" Another attendant was cleaning up. "What are you looking at? Let's just bag him and go home." Together, they tossed my body into a bag. "Look at him. Died so miserably. Probably wasn't a good person." "Good, bad, they all burn the same." "True. Shame though, he was so young."
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