Before I could finish, a loud scream echoed from the other room. It was Jasmine. She sounded like she was dying.
Robert rushed out instantly.
“Her body’s rejecting the transplant. Do something!” he shouted.
The doctor followed quickly. “She needs more tissue support. Her liver is shutting down again.”
“Then take more from Mia!” Robert barked.
“We already took the maximum safe amount. Any more could kill her,” the doctor warned, panicking.
“Do it now or we lose Jasmine,” Robert snapped.
The doctor paused, then turned back toward me.
I could barely keep my eyes open. My vision dimmed, my body cold and aching from the operation. I heard footsteps. The sound of metal clinking.
And then… nothing. It felt like death.
***
I woke up to the smell of something strong. Liver and beetroot soup, maybe. A tray sat by my side. I blinked and sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes with my hand. My head was still spinning.
“You looked so dead in your sleep,”
Robert said, setting his phone aside the moment I spoke.
“You lost a lot of strength. The doctor recommended that for you,”
he added, pointing to the tray.
I nodded quietly and reached for the spoon.