You and I, Never to Meet Again

I had lost all my energy. The doctor said my body was too weak.

He told me to get plenty of rest.

After three bottles of nutrient solution, the child was saved again by him.

The next day, Aaron took me to get that tracker implanted.

The place was dark, and I was locked to the bed.

"Anderson, anesthesia isn't good for the baby," a man in a white coat said from the side.

Aaron didn't respond, but his expression said it all.

The child... is a more important bargaining chip than me.

I lay on the cold bed, the flesh on my wrist being cut open. My face was covered in cold sweat, but I refused to make a sound.

"Amanda, if it hurts, just scream... please..."

Aaron was frightened by my silence, but I just smiled at him.

I wondered, when I die, would this thing follow me into the grave?

It was terrifying to think about.

Then, I passed out—it hurt too much.