hispering, their eyes burning holes into the side of my head. Th

, grabbing at the hem of my jeans. "She loves

elling you, I have seventeen dollars. What do you

small crowd. The nurse's face har

tter actor than his partner. He was really selling it. "There has to be a way! A loan!

isper that was just loud enough for the nurse to hear. "List

even though I kne

g onto mine. "The cardiomyopathy. She's on

ove. I did

ve my Jenny. And I will personally convince my son, my boy Danny, to get tested. He's young, healthy. A perfect match. I'

e offer hung in the air, a twisted, beautiful pi

igned consideration-cross my face. I looke

my voice stead

s. The nurse looked surprised, maybe even a l

asn't f

consent forms. I want to see him sign them, with a notary

impossible! It'll take hours, maybe days

right. What kind of cruel game are you playing? She'll have permanen

my attention back to my p

d." "He's letting her die over paperwork." The words washed over