Back to the Start: Saving My Son's Life

My son has an aortic dissection and needs surgery. My husband is a cardiac expert, but I don't bother calling him. Instead, I take a cab straight to the hospital.

In my past life, upon begging my husband, he came home with the ambulance to pick our son up. He also arranged for our son to be admitted.

But because he forgot to bring his phone, his childhood sweetheart died of a heart attack when she couldn't reach him.

He went missing for three months and suddenly returned one day, looking perfectly normal. He even volunteered to prepare the meal on our son's birthday. It turned out he only wanted to poison the food.

He strangled me and cut my neck open. "You forced me to come home to pick our son up. Ciara wouldnt' have died if I'd answered her call that day. You and your son are murderers—you have to pay with your lives!"

When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my son has an aortic dissection. This time, my husband manages to answer his childhood sweetheart's phone.

But why is he on his knees before me and begging for forgiveness?

"Solange, I understand how you all must be feeling, but there truly isn't a single bed left."

The man in front of me was Terry Jacquez. He was a colleague of my husband, Joel Waylon, and he happened to be the doctor on duty today.

After I was reborn, I drove my son, Oscar Waylon, straight to the hospital.

But Terry didn't even glance at Oscar. He stopped us right outside the cardiac surgery department.

Oscar had been shedding tears nonstop. Back in the car, he had already been too weak to even moan in pain.

My mom, Sadie Newman, paced around anxiously. "How can there be no beds? Isn't that an empty bed over there? Can't we take that one, doctor?"

Terry didn't relent; his expression remained unchanged. "That bed has already been reserved."

My mom was enraged. "How can hospital beds be reserved? Aren't they assigned on a first-come, first-served basis? My grandson is seriously ill, yet you won't assign him to an available bed. Are you even fit to be a doctor?"

"Stop complaining," Terry responded sternly,

He then went on to say, "Your grandson doesn't look like he's suffering from a heart disease at all. Do you know how hard it is to get a bed in this hospital? Why should you get a bed as soon as you arrive?"

After Terry rebuked my mom, he turned to look at me. "I don't want to be harsh, Solange. But if you keep this act up, I will call security."

Terry's face showed a hint of anger, as if he was genuinely irritated by our behavior.

Within a few minutes, several other patients' families gathered to see what was happening. Upon hearing Terry's words, each of them started expressing their frustration.

"Everyone here has waited at least ten days to