196 dig the old wounds

Her phone rang, breaking her trance.

"Hello.." Her voice shook filled with grief. The moment she realized this, she clutched her clothes, coughed and with spirit said, "Yes?"

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"I am Dr. Rane,"

She had to stabilize her emotions. 'Why dig the old wounds? I got bigger things to worry!' With determination, she held her upright.

"I got two news for you. One is good other is bad." After a pause, he said, "You can donate your liver to your grandma. You are the right match." His words were like warm sunlight breaking through the dark clouds. A burst of hope arose in her depressed heart.

"Thank God." She looked up and smiled in relief.

"But there is bad news." He hesitated, giving her a second to brace herself. "Her condition deteriorated faster than we imagined. She was shifted to the ICU as she was gasping. " His voice erased the smile on her face. So her face fell.

"With this rate, she won't last for 24 hours without the surgery." Even if the words may cush the person on the other side, he had to deliver the news.

"Won't she be all right as long as we do the surgery?" Her exhausted and powerless self asked in confliction. Didn't he say a month, how does she got only a day now?

"We can't guarantee life. However, surgery could increase her chances of survival."

"When can we do the operation?"

"I will prepare her for tomorrow. You have to pay the deposit before surgery."

Dr. Rane, with all seriousness, said, "Miss, I want you to think about your decision again."

"Thanks but I decided. I will find the money by tonight." She hanged the phone. Reeya very well knew what he meant.

She turned and walked to the hospital to prepare for the operation.

At least one of the problem was solved. Now Reeya needed to find the money.

She raced to the hospital. Her steps faltered when her line of sight fell on a man standing out of the ICU.

Victor again! He looked as if he was waiting for someone.

Reeya was in no mood to play the blame game. She ignored him and rushed forward to see her Amma. Her Uncle and Aunt had arrived until then.

Even if she knew it wasn't her Uncle's fault, she could not forgive him. They didn't admit her in hospital, waited for her death, and didn't even deemed it necessary to inform her.

She didn't say a word to them.

"Don't do it." A low but powerful voice passed her ear. Her Uncle rushed to her and said.

"And let Amma die?" She shook her head in disbelief.It was the first time in her life she raised her voice before her Uncle. Reeya saw not even a bit of relief in their eyes on finding the donor.

"Reeya, this surgery could harm you." He had a glimmer of reluctance in his eyes. On one side was his mother and on other was the child of his brother.

He stopped her from surgery with the same reason as the doctors.

A liver transplant can be from a diseased or live donor. It has its pros and cons for the donor. It regenerates almost immediately after surgery and will have reached its near-normal size by two months.

Due to it being a difficult surgery with risks of bleeding, bile leaks, infections, or blood clots in a live donor, most preferred a deceased donor. The most significant threat was rare, but seldom the part of your liver that's left after someone donated could stop working, which may be life-threatening. The rate of donor death is 1 in every 1000.

Dr. Rane contended on conservative management of her elderly grandma because this surgery was a risk to the living donor's life. He had explained her all complications, yet she insisted on surgery.

Nothing matters as long as her Amma lives!

"Let me handle this matter." The day she left their home they lost their right to interfere in her decisions.

Uncle clenched his fist. This was one of the reasons he didn't tell her about Amma. Because he knew the girl was kind enough to sacrifice her life. She was a firefighter!

If she didn't think twice before running in a fire for strangers then she won't blink if asked to die saving her grandmother.

How could his little girl arrange so much money?

With reluctance, he came to her, "I trust you." he said and patted her head.

Maybe this was the first time in her entire life he did that. Somehow he neglected the responsibility left by his dead brother.

"I get it that you are worried but I have to do it." she realized his position.

After half an hour, she came out of the ICU. The man still stood there like a lonely, desperate figure. "Reeya" Victor called her.