Life Saved, Love Grew In Quiet Darkness

Synopsis

Ever since my husband, Caleb Ross, gave one of his kidneys to a stranger, he had never made excuses again for failing to perform in sex. Whenever I slipped into my pajamas feeling down, I couldn't even bring myself to wonder if he was giving the sex meant for me to someone else. On my way to the hospital to bring him lunch, I absentmindedly scrolled through my feed and stumbled upon a trending question. [How would you rank life, freedom, love, and money?] There were all kinds of replies in the comment section. Most people put money at the top. But one special reply caught my eye. [I met him when my time was running out, so I chose love above everything.] While everyone else was busy mocking her for being love-brained, the poster calmly responded: [If you were me, you'd make the same choice. [Last year, I had acute kidney failure. He gave me one of his kidneys. Back then, he wasn't even my boyfriend, but my attending physician.] My heart suddenly skipped a beat. Last year, Caleb donated a kidney to a stranger. I was fiercely against it at first, but Caleb comforted me and said, "Saving lives is a doctor's duty." I trembled as I swiped down the screen, my fingertips cold. The comment went on. [He's in great shape. He only has one kidney left now, but in bed, he's so strong that it's almost too much to handle. He wears me out every night, leaving my back and waist sore.] There was a photo attached below. Under the dim bathroom light, a well-defined back was visible. On the left side of his waist, there was a faint bite mark. I left that mark on Caleb when I was eighteen, as punishment for him beating up an upperclassman who had a crush on me.