sia

was thick, heavy with

cot, my gaze fixed on the

rebooked for 6

to survive

ly monitored, buzzed on the floor

he screen, trembling. But a sick part of me needed

" I an

with exhaustion. "God, Alessia. Why did you

dry, humorless sound. "She's

s voice. "She has been fighting it for years! That's why sh

fr

so audacious, it t

e on a breath of disbelief. "Is that why you stayed by her sid

the donor records. She had a bone marrow tr

eyes. Not for me, but for the sheer stupid

some co

voice trembling. "

nymous. The

said. "I

you talk

he donor

focating silence st

," he said slowly.

the memory. "Under guard. In the dead of night. They took my marrow, Dante. They told me it

the phon

esia to fully kick in because they were in a rush. I took every

his brea

he stammered. "Chiara sa

" I said. "Then check mine. Oh wai

u're just jealous. You're

ars of my freedom. I gave her the marro

nse!" he yelled. "W

back, the tears finally spilling over. "And

," he said. The word

nged. You'r

that tiny, foolish spark that still

, Dante,

sia,

ung

I snapped the plastic in half. Then, with a sur

pieces int

om pain from a surgery three years ago that I had d

ains were

me. He chose the

ears, I wasn't waiting for a visit. I wasn't wa

waiting f

ke up, I woul