He Signed My Death, So I Left His World Forever Chapter 05

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the blinds into the hospital room.

Enzo pushed open the door, carrying a takeout container of chicken noodle soup from the little deli on the

corner.

It used to be my favorite.

“Aubrey, are you done with this nonsense yet?”

He complained irritably as he walked in.

“You actually had someone pretend to be calling from the hospital last night? You’ve got some nerve.”

“So Nina messed with your car’s braking software. Are you seriously going to keep playing dead over that?”

He reached my bedside and stopped speaking.

The bed was empty.

The sheets had been neatly folded, without a single wrinkle.

The nightstand was bare. Even the glass I usually drank water from was gone.

Enzo stared for a moment before scoffing.

“Oh, so now you’ve decided to run away?”

“You think hiding from me is going to make me come crawling back, begging you to return?”

He slammed the soup container onto the table and turned to find a nurse.

But just as he reached the doorway, he nearly collided with the attending physician who had tried to save me

the night before.

The doctor’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression grim.

“Mr. Rosetti. So you’ve finally decided to show up.”

His voice was icy.

Enzo frowned, his tone arrogant.

“Where’s Aubrey? Where did she go?”

“Tell her to stop this nonsense and come home with me.”

The doctor stared at him as though he were looking at a monster.

“Mr. Rosetti, your wife, Aubrey, was pronounced dead at 2:14 this morning.”

Enzo froze.

Then he gave an incredulous laugh, as though the doctor had just told him the most absurd joke imaginable.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“She was calling me an idiot right here in this room yesterday afternoon!”

“She only had a few minor scrapes! How could she possibly be dead?!”

Without another word, the doctor shoved a folder against his chest.

“Read it yourself!”

Enzo caught the folder instinctively and opened it.

The first page was a death certificate.

Under cause of death, the words were unmistakable: Multiple organ failure caused by an acute hemolytic

transfusion reaction.

“Hemolysis?”

Enzo’s eyes widened, and his voice began to shake.

“How could that happen? All she did was get a blood transfusion…”

The doctor let out a bitter scoff and pulled out the second document.

It was a blood transfusion consent form.

“Mr. Rosetti, Aubrey had type O blood.”

“But you checked type A on this form!”

“And you signed it!”

The doctor’s hand trembled as he pointed to Enzo’s sprawling signature in the bottom-right corner.

“Our nurses tried to verify the blood type more than once, and you signed without even looking!”

“We called you dozens of times while we were trying to save her last night!”

“And you blocked the hospital’s number!”

Enzo stared at the form.

The signature he’d scrawled so carelessly now seemed to cut right through him.

“No… That can’t be true…”

The paper shook violently in his hands.

“I was… I was just in a hurry to pick up Nina…”

“I thought it was just paperwork…”

He suddenly lunged forward, grabbed the doctor by the collar, and shouted, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

“You’re supposed to be the experts! How could you not check her blood type?!”

“You killed her! This is your fault!”

The doctor shoved him away, looking at him with open contempt.

“Mr. Rosetti, you signed a transfusion form with the wrong blood type checked, and our own verification

procedures failed badly as well. Both are under investigation.”

“You’re her husband, and you didn’t even know your own wife’s blood type.”

“What gives you the right to stand here screaming at us?”

The doctor straightened his white coat and spoke coldly.

“Her body has already been taken to the morgue.”

“Mr. Rosetti, you need to start making funeral arrangements.”

Enzo sank onto the empty hospital bed, looking as though his legs could no longer support him.

The soup container tipped over, spilling warm chicken noodle soup across the floor.

He stared at the mess, and a low, broken sob escaped him, like the cry of a dying animal.

“Aubrey…”

I floated near the ceiling, watching him fall apart.

The whole spectacle was almost laughable.

His love had come too late to mean a damn thing.