The Donor- Luke Hemmings
The Donor- Luke Hemmings
“Baby girl.” He says my pet name like I’m still his. Like I can be called that.“ I’m sorry.” I open the door to my apartment.
He broke up with me after I told him I probability of my survival after the surgery. I need a kidney transplant and the only match is in Australia and can not afford a plane ride to the California Hospital I’m currently going to.
They say I’ll only have 29% chance without it but a 38% chance of the surgery going well. Those statistics aren’t very good and the keep dropping every day.
I’ve given up.
The phone rings 5 times before going to voicemail.
“Mrs.(y/l/n), we just wanted to inform you to say that your donor has landed. Please come back tomorrow for the operation. Make sure not to eat or drink beforehand-” The machine cuts her off because any message over a minute is excessive.
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I wait in the recovery room. They say the surgery was a success but none of my percentages.
What does that matter? They are probably keeping them from me because they aren’t good. I guess it’s just meant to be the end.
“Hi.” He walks through the door and I look at him in awe.“ I know you don’t know me but I think you have my kidney.” The smile that plays on his lips almost distracts me from his hand on my lower stomach where the stitches are.“ My name is Luke. I’m your donor and I’m so happy you are okay.” It sounds like it was supposed to be a natural introduction but sounds like it’s been rehearsed.
“Thank you.” My voice is shot.
“Did you know you have the rarest blood ever found? 1 in every 167th person has it. It’s called AB-. I was one of the only donors that had the same blood type as you. They told me that you have a 79% chance of you living. So I don’t want a thank you your future is the best thank you I could receive.” At the end he starts to walk away. But I can’t lose my chance.
“It’s like we were meant to be.”
“We are.” And with that he walks out.
