DESIGNATED GIFT

Part 1

A/N: I wrote this on my way to my sister's house for the holidays. On my way there, I saw a horrible accident and all the injured people. The thought of some of them needing blood transfusions came to mind.

I am an organ donor and knowing how many people need help, like simple blood transfusions, I wanted to share this. I am not saying for you to become one, especially if your beliefs do not allow it, but if I can help someone even after my death, then so be it. Hope you can enjoy it and let me know what you think. This is my own work; I reserved the rights. Pictures credit to the owners.

"Come, breakfast it's ready," Mew spoke in a soft voice.

The sleepy young man on the bed just covered his head with the sheets.

Smiling, Mew sat by the edge of the bed, placing the tray on the nightstand.

Gently removing the sheets from Gulf, getting closer to his left ear, he whispered, "come on sleepyhead, you need to eat."

Gulf reacted by cringing his body and turning to the other side; once again, covering himself, after complaining about a whine.

Mew tapped Gulf's upper shoulder, "okay, because you did great yesterday, I will reward you with ten more minutes of sleep. After ten minutes you better get up or you will regret it."

The moment Mew stopped speaking, Gulf uncovered himself and sprang up, kissing Mew on the lips and right after, covered himself.

Mew's only response was to kiss Gulf's head over the sheets.

Grabbing the tray full of fruits, omelet, and a piece of bread with him to the kitchen. Placing it on the counter and covering it, looking around the open-concept apartment, he feels good to know it is organized.

One thing that distinguishes Mew from many people in society, his ability to make everything around him work the way he wants. He likes to be organized and things to have a place and purpose in life.

As Gulf described him, his OCD has a personality of its own.

Mew laughed at the comment because sometimes he is tired of how he is, even after trying many times, he still feels the need to fix things around.

Mew began to have the urge to control things around him when his father died in a car accident a few years back.

Going to the hospital to identify the body, Mew met Gulf was a regular patient at the same hospital.

****START OF FLASHBACK ****

Gulf felt the need to walk to the garden as he was waiting to see his doctor. He noticed a young man sitting alone, head down, and even from far away, Gulf could tell he was crying.

Not wanting to disturb him, he turned on his heels but stopped.

Turned again and sat next to him, "ah, life can be a sad comedy, don't you think?" Gulf said.

Holding the edge of the bench with both hands and then looking up with his eyes closed as he was trying to protect them from the sunlight.

Mew sniffed and looked at the crazy person next to him. "What? Who are you? Can you please let me be?" Mew said in a nasal tone from all the crying.

Gulf looked at him and smiled, offering his hand. "I am Gulf, why are you crying?" Gulf asked with the most natural tone.

"Are you insane? Can you please leave me alone? My father just died and now it is my mom and me. This is amusing to you?" Mew stood up, looking at Gulf with an angry expression.

"In a way it is. Not that your father is dead, but that some people's lives are hanging by a thread and others who seem healthy die first, unlike me."

Mew was confused, sitting down again, he cleared his throat. "What's wrong with you?"

Gulf looked at Mew with a faint smile, he placed his right hand on his heart.

"Cardiomyopathy, my most loyal companion. As you can see, my life is limited to certain conditions. I am alive, but sometimes feel like I am not living."

All that time, Mew was quiet, looking at Gulf's chest, where his heart is located. "Cardio? Meaning something is wrong with your heart?" Mew now was touching his own beating heart.

"Yes, the muscles in my heart are weak, so, even when I look young, my life expectancy is not that great."

"Why don't you get a new heart?" Mew said with an interest to know more about Gulf who was indeed too young to be going through something like that.

"There are too many people waiting for a heart, but not enough donors." Gulf looked to his right and saw a nurse coming his way.

Sighing, he said, "It is time for me to go. I need to see my doctor. Hope you feel better soon, take care." Gulf got up and walked to the nurse.

Mew stayed there, looking at the two of them walking away and then the nurse looking back at Mew.

Later, Mew found out that, the same day, at the doctor's office, Gulf was evaluated and if the medical therapy is not working by the next visit, Gulf will have a ventricular assist device (VAD) implanted, to help his weak heart pump blood to his entire body.

Gulf was young and despite his heart condition he was a healthy person, so this could help him while he waits for a donor.

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