Never Knew She’s Beautiful
The doctor walked away from me while I went as fast as I can to where his brother is.
“I was informed he lost a kidney too!”
“Yes!” His brother replied with tears pouring heavily from his face.
“What are we going to do now?” I asked.
“I do not know” He answered.
“Can’t you donate one for him?” I asked.
“I can’t dear. That would be the last thing I would ever do. I need to live as much as he needs too. Once I donate one out of mine and he now has two while I’m left with one. My lifespan will be cut short ” He said and I looked away.
“What are you thinking?” He asked.
“Nothing” I answered.
“Or can you be generous enough to donate to him?”
“If it will keep him alive ,I’m willing to do it” I answered.
“Are you serious?”
“D@mn serious!” I answered.
I could see an expression of happiness on his face.
“Let’s wait for the result of the leg surgery first ” He said and we both went to sit.
I was so devastated and that was when it dawn on me that I’m kind of addicted to the boss and he is probably addicted to me too ,reason why we can hardly do without each other.
But which kind of brother is his brother ? If he can’t donate his kidney for his blood brother ,can he even do it for his son? Even for his wife ,I doubt.
After few hours of sitting and anticipating for the result of the boss surgery.
The doctor that spoke to me hours ago came toward us and his brother stood anxiously to meet the doctor while I just sat still hoping for a positive result and seriously scared of a negative result.
“It was successful” I heard the doctor said and I watched as his brother threw his hands up in the air happily.
He turned at me and smiled. I responded with a smile but my smile disappeared immediately it dawn on me that I will be donating my kidney to him.
“Doctor ,we’ve got a friend of ours here. She has volunteered to donate her kidney for him” He said to the doctor while pointing at me.
“That’s nice but you should be in the best position to donate to your brother. Nothing will actually happen if you do. We have a proper care for that” The doctor said.
“No doctor. Let her just do it ” He said and the doctor smirked.
“Nothing is wrong with his kidney though. That was just a prank on my side to know who truly loves him” the doctor said and left him and came to where I sat.
He squat before me slightly and said ;
“Young lady , why do you want to go to the extent of donating your own kidney to him?” The doctor asked and looked intently into my face. “Do you Love him?”
That question met me unguarded. ” I did not L…, I did not L…” I shook my head but it seems hard to confess that I did not love him.
The doctor smirked and stood. “Take care girl” he walked away.
Do I love him? Common! No! Just because I want him alive doesn’t mean I love him.
Or …do I?