Til Revenge Do Us Part
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I sighed, setting my pencil down on the table and gla
e quiet house as I hurried to
id, keeping m
e said. "This is Dr. Stefan. I
e's not here right now
tor said quietly. "His condition is getting worse, and we st
finish. My mind wa
" I asked, struggling t
relatives," he repli
phone tighter. "What about me?" I asked
. Stefan said. "But it
, my hands shaking as I stared at the phone.
t dinner, I brought it up, trying to keep my v
ching his reaction. "Why didn't y
r before he put it down. "I didn't
shocked. "Damien, there's n
terrupted, his tone sharp. "
acking down. "What
, his fork clinking ag
not
etting louder. Then, quieter, "I don't
ng about his reaction feeling off. "What i
is tone softer. "I ca
usband. If there's even a chance I can save you, I have
on. "Fine," he muttered, avoiding my eyes. His guarded
.
nd turned, unable to shake the feeling t
ng at the ceiling, he was
aintly through the walls as he talked on the phone,
bed. By then, I'd already fallen into
up, his side of the bed empty. A sense of
.
doors opened. The halls seemed quieter than usual, or maybe it just felt that way to me. Ea
t home and rest. He didn't need to see me go through the proced
h she'd seen too many patients come and go. "Mrs. Malgrave, we'll start with s
le. We'll check your blood, do a physical examination, and
ined I'd be dealing with something like this-a transplant? But here I w
and bombarded with questions, but none of it mattered comp
to his office. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I
er his clipboard. "The good news is, you are a 94% match for you
at him. 94%? It didn't seem
g to hear it again to believe
, Mrs. Malgrave. We've never seen such a high
anxiety. This could save him. This could finally end m
His condition is getting worse, and every day we wait is a risk. We recommend doing it as soon as possible, ideally with
f my baby. "What kind of risks?"
there's a chance of complications-preterm labor,
ster. The baby. What if something went wro
I said quietly. "But I'm w
l of concern. "I need you to be sure, Mrs. Malgr
esitate. "
.