Back to the Past: Setting Him Free

I didn't know how long I had been waiting when the door behind me suddenly opened. I turned around, eyes lighting up with hope.

"Sebastian, you came."

But his expression was dark, stormy. He crossed the room in just a few quick steps, his eyes burning with anger.

"Sienna, just because I didn't take you home and went to see Gillian instead, you ran off to complain to my parents? Do you even realize what you've done?

"They called her and tore into her over the phone. She got distracted, and while crossing the street, she was hit by a car. She's bleeding out now, and she might die. Are you happy now?"

…

I froze where I stood.

In my past life, Gillian had also died from massive blood loss after a car accident, because the blood bank didn't have enough supply in time.

If, before this, Sebastian's cruelty had been limited to cold words and cutting remarks, after that day, it turned into real, burning hatred.

But that hadn't happened until a month after we got married. Why had it happened so much earlier this time?

I had been wondering how I was going to fulfill Sebastian's third regret.

And now, fate had placed it right in front of me.

I looked at him calmly. "So, you came to ask me to donate blood for her?"

At that, Sebastian let out a bitter, disbelieving laugh, his fury only deepening. "Do you think I wouldn't dare? This is exactly what you owe her."

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the hospital.

When we arrived, I immediately donated one pint of my blood. As the blood left my body, I felt my strength drain with it. I was weak and lightheaded.

The nurses frowned as they reviewed the results.

"This isn't enough. We still need at least ten more minutes to get more blood in from other locations. There's no guarantee the patient will hold on that long."

I glanced at Sebastian. His eyes were locked on the woman lying on the bed—Gillian.

The moment he saw Gillian's pale face, the pain and worry in his expression were impossible to miss.

A nurse came in to remove the band around my wrist, but I gently stopped her. "Could you draw another pint?"

The nurse's eyes widened in shock, and she immediately tried to stop me. "No, you can't! The maximum allowed in one donation is one pint!"

But I just smiled. "It's okay. I'll recover. Saving her is more important."

A doctor burst out of the emergency room, shouting urgently, "The blood supply isn't enough! Push for more blood units immediately, the patient is running out of time!"

I urged the nurse to hurry. She gave me a grateful look. "Miss, you're such a good person. When the patient wakes up, she's going to be so thankful for you."

"Sienna…" Sebastian opened his mouth, his voice hoarse. "I'll make it up to you."

As the needle pierced my vein again, I smiled at him gently. "It's alright. I'm doing this willingly."

He had once risked his life to save me. Protecting the person he loved was the least I could do.

But I had underestimated the consequences of donating too much blood. The next thing I knew, I collapsed.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on a hospital bed. The puncture site on my arm had been carefully bandaged with cotton.

Sebastian was nowhere to be seen. Everyone around me was busy rushing back and forth, and no one noticed that I had woken up.

I tilted my head and caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. Only one hour left before I would be pulled back into the past life.

On the small TV hanging in the corner, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower.

The meteors were breathtaking, but once again, I had missed it.

Of course. Wishes that belonged to me were never meant to come true.

I stared blankly at the screen, lost in thought, until the sound of footsteps approached. Then came Sebastian's tired but relieved voice.

"You're awake. Gillian's awake too, and it's thanks to you, you donated just in time."

I turned my head to look at him. "That's good," I said.

He froze when he saw how pale I looked, then awkwardly cleared his throat.

"You worked really hard. Last night, I said some things I shouldn't have. But still, you shouldn't have gone tattling to my parents. She had nothing to do with what's between us."

Hearing his words, a dull ache spread through my heart.