My eyes are watering. I wait for the results of his life, or his death.
At least on the bright side, I'll get to go to a funeral, right?
No. It's not that simple. If they found out I was with him I could be sued.
Sued. It's sad. They don't even know I was walking with him. Now a docter is coming out, explaining to a nurse what happened. The nurse covers her mouth and starts to cry...
He's dead. I know it.
"Veronica," The nurse asks.
"What?" I ask barley holding back my tears.
"You see," The nurse starts a lecture, "Your friend's brother Mark, well, he's alive."
"Alive?!" I shout. "Yippe!"
"But," The nurse says, "He has a disease. And he won't last very long."
My heart stops. I whimper slowly, "What is the disease."
The nurse takes a big sigh. "It isn't very commen, and I only know it as Bissel."
"What happens is that bugs drink all of his blood, and the only cure is to have a relitive from three to five years apart give them your blood. So we are thinking, you can explain to your friend, Julie, that her brother, Mark, will die unless she dies."
That isn't fair. I stand up and walk out of the room. I'm not worried, I'm terrified.
 Minotauris · Wed Jan 30, 2008 @ 12:40am · 0 Comments |
