"Please choose me!" Larissa yelled while she was twisting in pain on the wheeled stretcher. Jerrod looked at the nurses, wondering why Larissa was speaking nonsense, but he returned his attention to her when she gripped his hand tighter.
They are now in the ER, and Jerrod was not allowed to follow, so she loosened his grip on her hand, but she's not letting go.
"Larissa, please let go. They will help you with the pain, so trust them okay. I'll be just outside, promise!"
"Please choose me!" she yelled again and cried.
"What choose what?"
"If they will make you choose which one should live, please choose me! I don't want to die. I love Peanut, but she hasn't been born yet. We can have a baby again, but if I die, it's over. I haven't enjoyed life yet. We haven't married each other yet. So please choose me!"
"What a—okay, I will choose you. I promise. I'll definitely choose you. I love you."