"Do you love her that much? Do you really not want to live anymore because she's no longer alive?" Josiah had realized that Nelson might actually be considering ending his own Life.

Despite how low the chance of taking him out of his grief looked, he refused to stop trying. He hoped and wished that Nelson would find a way to come to terms with the reality of Cathy's demise.

He still believed that Nelson could push through. He just had to push through! He still had a lot to accomplish in life.

“If I have a way, I would trade my life for hers," Nelson answered. He meant every word.

“I know what is going on in your head at the moment, but that would be you risking your life. I can't hide Cathy's death for long. If Isaac finds out his mother died because of you, he won't take it Lightly. I'm scared for you. I doubt it would be a pretty sight."

“And so what? Am I afraid of him? He can do whatever he wants! I won't hide. He is her son and even if he wants to kill me, I would rather die than hurt him."

“Why are you doing this to yourself?" Josiah sighed in frustration.

He really wanted to help Nelson in every way possible, but he wasn't even concerned about saving himself.

"Fine!" Josiah finally said.

“Since you want to die so badly, you've left me with no choice." At that point, Josiah had given up on trying to dissuade him. He reached for his phone to call someone in. "The corpse has to be sent to the morgue."

“No!" Nelson yelled on top of his voice. He held Cathy's corpse firmly and stood defensively over it. "Maybe she can Live again, just Like the last time. Don't you have faith?"

He looked at Josiah. "You can transplant my heart and replace hers with mine. You are a cardiologist, right? It should be a piece of cake for you. You can do this! Please tell me you will do it!" The desperation was eminent in his voice.

Josiah almost lost it. Was this man insane?

She was cold, dead and gone for good

Nothing could be done to save her now. It was already too late.

“Please, save her!" Nelson begged in desperation. Tugging at the hem of Josiah's clothes, he implored him to do the impossible.

“You are my good friend. Please don't let me down. Help me this last time."

Josiah was too stunned to speak. The man had obviously lost it.

He had done everything within his ability to save her. "Nelson, calm down. Please don't do this..."

“If you die now, Cathy will be sad. She must want you to go on and live a good Life."

Camila's shaky voice came from the entrance of the operating room Josiah was startled as he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Camila's eyes were red and puffy. It seemed like she had been crying “I've been here for a long time. I heard everything."

“Did you hear everything?" Josiah let out a weary sigh and glanced at Nelson, who seemed unfazed by the situation at hand. "He's as old as Methuselah and he's feeling embarrassed in front of a younger generation Like you," he remarked with a hint of exasperation.

Camila remained silent, her presence a testament to the fact that she had read Cathy's letter.

Had she not read it, she wouldn't have been there.