The results came back fast; my son’s bone marrow was a match for Harrison’s and qualified for donation.
Seeing how thrilled they were to take him away, I struggled with every ounce of my strength to stop them.
“Even if it’s a match, you can’t just go straight into donation like this. You’re putting him in danger…”
Before I could finish, the assistant kicked me to the ground and the two guards began to beat me mercilessly with fists and feet.
I hadn’t eaten in two days; my body was weak and unable to resist.
My son cried helplessly as they wheeled him into the operating room. In a rush, Amara and Laurence arrived, not even asking who the donor was, only ordering the doctors to push Harrison into the room.
A doctor spoke hesitantly, “Miss Lancaster, the donor’s condition isn’t stable. Should we wait a bit…?”
Laurence interrupted sharply, “Wait? If anything happens to my son while you’re waiting, will you take responsibility for your life?”
My father-in-law added, “It’s just a bone marrow donation, not like he’s dying. Give him a bit more compensation afterward and it’s settled!”
“But we haven’t fully assessed the donor’s condition yet. I’m afraid…”