A Heartless Airport Act Led to a Flight He’d Never Forget

Dr. Laura Bennett dashed to the airport counter, her mind on a critical patient. As she fumbled for her ticket, her purse fell, scattering its contents. While she knelt to gather them, a couple, Mark and Jenna, approached. Mark demanded two tickets to Santa Monica, his voice clipped. The agent hesitated. “Only two seats left,” he said, eyeing Laura. “I’m a doctor,” she said urgently. “I need to save a life.” Mark didn’t blink. “Those are our seats,” he said, handing over his card.

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Jenna tugged Mark’s sleeve. “Maybe we should let her go,” she said quietly. Mark shook his head. “We’re not changing plans.” Laura pleaded, “This is about someone’s life.” Mark turned, his gaze cold. “Life’s tough. We’ve got our own priorities.” The agent handed Mark the tickets, and Laura’s heart sank. She thanked Jenna for her kindness and asked about other flights. “The last seat’s gone,” the agent said. “But I can put you on standby.”

As Mark and Jenna headed to their gate, Jenna’s frustration boiled over. “How could you be so harsh?” she asked. Mark shrugged, staring at his phone. “We can’t fix everyone’s problems, Jenna. We’ve got our trip.” Jenna sighed. “Do you ever care about anyone else?” They bumped into another couple, and Mark snapped, “Look out!” Jenna winced as the couple apologized. On the plane, Jenna noticed an odd hum and a flickering light. “Something’s wrong,” she whispered. Mark scoffed. “It’s just plane noises. Relax.”

The plane lurched, and a bag fell from the overhead bin, nearly hitting Mark. Passengers gasped, and Jenna’s heart raced. “This isn’t funny!” she said. Mark laughed. “Just a close call.” The captain’s voice came on. “Fasten your seatbelts. We’re hitting turbulence.” The shaking eased, and the cabin quieted. Mark waved down a flight attendant. “A bag almost got me. How about free drinks?” he said, grinning. She brought two martinis. Mark drank his and took Jenna’s. “Not drinking?” he asked. She shook her head, uneasy.

Mark downed the second drink but choked on an olive, his face reddening. Jenna jumped up, performing the Heimlich until the olive flew out. “Are you okay?” she asked, breathless. Mark coughed, asking for another drink. “Careful,” Jenna said. “Your heart condition…” He smirked. “I’m fine.” Later, Jenna smelled smoke. “Something’s burning,” she said, panicked. Mark shrugged. “You’re overthinking it.” Smoke filled the cabin, and a flight attendant struggled with a fire. Jenna urged Mark to help, and he put it out with an extinguisher, earning applause. “Told you I’ve got this,” he boasted.

Jenna took a deep breath and mentioned a job offer in another city. Mark’s face darkened. “Now? Really?” he asked. “It’s a huge opportunity,” she said. “I need to think about me.” Mark’s voice hardened. “What about us?” Jenna’s eyes teared up. “I’ve always supported you. Why can’t you do the same?” Mark crossed his arms. “You’re choosing a job over me.” Jenna shook her head. “I’m choosing growth.” He warned, “Take that job, and we’re over.” They sat in silence, the tension heavy.

As they neared landing, Jenna spoke. “Today showed me I need someone who gets me.” Mark’s eyes widened. “You’re breaking up with me?” Before she could answer, he clutched his chest, gasping. “Jenna, my heart!” She thought it was real, but he laughed. “Got you!” Furious, Jenna stormed off. Moments later, Mark collapsed, this time in real pain. Jenna rushed back, fear replacing anger as passengers stared.

A nurse passenger shouted, “He’s having a heart issue!” Paramedics rushed Mark to the hospital. Jenna sat by his bed, her heart heavy. He woke, weak. “What happened?” he asked. “You had a heart attack,” Jenna said. “Dr. Bennett saved you.” Mark’s eyes widened, remembering the doctor. When Dr. Bennett entered, he stammered, “I’m sorry for the airport. Thank you.” She smiled. “You’ve got a second chance. Use it well.”

Mark turned to Jenna, tears falling. “I’ve been selfish. I’m sorry.” Jenna nodded. “Let’s get you better.” Mark squeezed her hand. “Take the job. I want you to be happy.” Jenna smiled, holding on tight. They knew they’d find a way to heal and move forward.

 

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