The screeching brakes, her father's bloody visage, the flaming car, the menacing truck driver's face, these familiar horrors flooded back to her.

Sabrina turned pale and broke out in cold sweat. Her body shook uncontrollably. The scene blurred until she eventually blacked out.

When she woke again, Sabrina found herself in a hospital.

Rising from her position, she intended to summon the nurse, yet her gaze fell upon Tyrone, unconscious in a separate bed and hooked to an IV drip.

He was so tall that the bed seemed almost too short for him.

Reminded of the events that led to her fainting, a wave of dread washed over Sabrina, her heart momentarily freezing. In a frantic rush, she moved to Tyrone's side, clamping his hand tightly in hers. "Tyrone? Are you okay? Wake up, please!"

Anxiety ramped up her heart rate.

This level of fear was alien to her; it stirred memories of her father who, like Tyrone now, fell into a comatose state following a vehicular accident and never regained consciousness.

The memory of the truck veering towards her from the right side was vivid. It was aiming straight for her side of the car.

Had her father not swerved right and shielded her with his body, she would have been the one to die. His death was the price for her survival.

Just as her father did, Tyrone too had braved the danger on her behalf.

Was he also going to leave her?

Despite her desperate attempts, Tyrone remained unresponsive.

Sabrina's eyes welled up, the fear within her escalating. "Tyrone, please don't die."

She had thought she could leave Tyrone easily, but seeing him lying lifelessly in the bed struck her with a terror that almost suffocated her.

If anything happened to him, she'd never forgive herself.

Was she cursed to bring bad Luck to those around her?

"I should be the one to die," she muttered, hope dwindling.

"Don't cry. I'm okay." A raspy voice broke the silence.

Looking up, Sabrina watched as Tyrone slowly opened his eyes.