It went without saying that Frank’s heart had stopped, and Winter almost passed out instantly when she saw the flatlined cardiogram. “No, that’s impossible… Impossible! Frank, Frank… open your eyes! Look at me…”

Winter panicked-she expected the risk, but when she realized that she had killed Frank with her needles, she still could not forgive herself. She was left staring as her hands trembled, and she fell to the floor with a thud. “How… How could this be…?”

Seeing her anguish, Nurse Faith quickly tried to comfort her. “Chief, it’s alright. You have to let him go…”

“Yes, I have to let him go…”

Winter’s eyes turned blank as she laughed miserably. “Could you do the same if you killed the one you love the most? Can you?”

Nurse Faith felt pained as she looked into those empty eyes too-she had never seen such despair, misery, and endless helplessness in Winter’s eyes. Nurse Faith tried to say something but eventually breathed a long sigh as she had no words that could comfort Winter. “It’s not your fault, chief.” “How? How is this not my fault?!”

Winter shook her head, hysterical. “Did I misplace my needles? No, it’s the right needles… Or maybe I needed pure vigor? Oh, Frank… I’m so useless…” “Hmm?”