utside and thinking about what to do. The silence of the doctor is palpable; he enc

fingers twisting together in a knot as she tried to make sense of the doctor's s

up immediately. Her hands trembled slightly as she closed her

he visited. She went straight to the doctor's office, knowing permission was needed to enter the the

s very busy currently. Have your seat in the reception and wait for him, ma'am,"

could complete her sentence, t

her brother's ward, but he wasn't there. The moment she got there, her gaze went all ov

and she was directed there. As the elevator lifted her to that floor, she got confused; scan

y, anywhere she heard voices, a

heartbroken. How do I tell her?" Alice heard murmurs in one of

she pressed the doorbell. "Who's that? The person should wait at the receptio

loor as fear and anxiety paralysed her the moment she hea

floor, full of tears. The only news she was w

, they streamed down her

breath catching in her throat, as s

eing her sitting from afar. "Why are you crying?" She asked

ce questioned the nurse, her voic

g like always," the nurse said. She patted on her shoulder and left. Her reassu

the doctor's; he forced a smile, his jaw dropping in shock. He went numb and seemed lost in thought. He w

ting as if he wanted to speak, but he hesitated. "You have

n though we tried, the delay in carrying out the transplant made matters deterio

as still alive or dead. "I perceived all this, and that's why I wanted to stay by his side during the surgery, but you convinced me to go hom

They sympathise with her and calm her down. "Where's m

the nearby mortuary, Ali

ready 8 p.m.," the doctor advised, supporting her to

actly is she living for in this wicked world? I blame that woman who took advantage of my vulnerability after ma