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"I'm going to fix it," I promise.
I leave Amelia sitting in the room with Elle and head downstairs.
The doctor has arrived.
He came at a price, but any price is worth it.
"The donor is downstairs in the cellar." I nod towards the cellar door.
"The chances of him surviving…"
"I don't care. I don't want him to survive. If you could get his liver out of his body without sedatives, I'd tell you to do that."
"I can't."
"It's fine. Just get the liver. I have another doctor who is going to be prepping the young girl who is receiving the transplant. You will have to communicate with him."
The doctor nods and carries his bag towards the cellar door.
It's up to them now.
All we can do is wait.
Upstairs I find Amelia standing to the side of the room, watching as the doctor starts prepping Elle for surgery.
"I want to help." Amelia insists when I walk into the room.
"It's not a good idea. You're too close to her. You won't be thinking clearly. And you haven't even slept. Let them do their job."
I can see that Amelia knows I'm right.
We both stand near Elle until the doctor tells us it's time for us to leave the room.
I grab Amelia's hand and reluctantly she follows me downstairs to wait there.
We are both anxious, our legs bouncing, waiting for them to finish.
It takes longer than it would in normal surgery because of the setup, but finally, both doctors came out to speak to us.
Amelia jumps to her feet and stands, her hands twisting and fidgeting in front of her.
"Elle did great. She's a strong little girl. She's going to take a while to wake up and you need to please let her rest as much as possible. Don't force her to wake."
Amelia nods, her eyes wide as she listens to the words.
"So, she's ok? The transplant went well?"
"Yes, it went perfectly. Everything went great. Elle is upstairs, in her own bed."
Amelia doesn't waste a second. "I'm going to sit with her." She says, then rushes away from me, towards our daughter.
I turn towards the doctor. "The donor?"
"He's still alive, but we haven't stitched him up. He won't survive."
"Thank you."
James lets the doctors out and I go to the cellar, looking down the stairs toward my brother's body, lying on the steel table.
