Hold Me

Chapter 22

"Even if you're a match, you don't have to donate." Mike said.

"I know." I watched as Luke got the supplies out for the test.

Mike held my hand while Luke drew my blood. I was nervous to find out what the results would be. But at the same time, I was curious.

"And you're all good." Luke said, wrapping a pink bandage around my arm.

"Thank you, Luke." Mike said.

Luke smiled and nodded, heading out to send my blood to the lab.

"How long until we know?" I asked.

"Couple hours." Mike said.

I nodded.

"You want to go for a walk to try and pass some time?" Mike asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I can't sit and wait."

Mike took my hand, and we walked out to the hospital garden. It was beautiful day outside.

"Are you nervous?" Mike asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. I feel like I'm worried for either outcome."

He nodded. "I know. You just have to make the decision that feels right if you are a match."

I nodded again. At this point, I don't know if I'm even doing the right thing. Do I actually want to donate to the man that abused me. Or even watch as he dies if I'm not even a match.

"What's on your mind?" Mike asked, having us both sit on a bench.

I shrugged. "What if I am a match and I don't want to donate."

"Then you don't have to. It is a major surgery after all."

"But wouldn't that make me a bad person?"

Mike sighed and wrapped an arm around me. "This is the same man that hurt you sweetheart."

"If I am a match, should I donate?"

"This is your decision. I can't tell you what to do with your body."

I nodded. I knew how Mike felt about this already. I knew that he hated my father's guts. Shit, even I don't like the man. Not after everything he's done. But at the end of the day, he's still my dad, I guess.

We sat on the bench for a while. Both of us were quiet as we waited. It felt like forever before Mike's phone started to ring.

"Hello?" He said, answering the phone.

"Okay, okay. We'll be right there."

He hung up and turned to me.

"The results are in. Luke wants us to meet him upstairs." Mike said.

I nodded. Knowing the results were in made my stomach turn. I wasn't ready to find out.

My heart was beating fast as we walked back inside. The same thoughts kept replaying over and over in my head. What if it's a match? What it's not a match?

When we got upstairs, Mike and I walked into a room where Luke was with the results. We both sat down in chairs with Luke sitting in front of us in a rollie chair. He kept a professional look so I couldn't tell what he was going to say.

Luke looked between the both of us before he spoke.

"She's a match."

I could feel Mike tense next to me and I felt my body go numb.

At that moment, I had no idea what I wanted to even do.

"Sam honey?" Luke said softly.

I turned my head towards him. He gave me a sympathetic smile.

"I know this is a lot to take in. You and Mike can take some time to discuss this. We just need to know within the next couple of days." Luke said.

I nodded a little.

Luke stood up and gave both Mike and I some privacy.

I sat there for a moment in silence, trying to take in the news I had been told. This didn't feel real. It was like some sick joke.

"How is he?" I asked. Even though I already knew how my father was doing.

"Not great. And he's not getting better until he gets a transplant."

I nodded. I kept my gaze at the floor.

"I want to see him." 

Mike turned to me. His face completely shocked. Even I was shocked that I said those words out loud.

"Absolutely not." His voice came out stern.

Since living with Mike, I've never heard him talk in this tone of voice towards me. It kind of scared me.

"You told me I could make decisions about this."

"Yes, on the surgery itself. Not seeing him."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Please. I need to see him before I make any decision about this surgery."

Mike kept his gaze on me. He sighed a bit but then nodded. "Fine. But I'm not letting you stay in the room with him alone."

I knew I wouldn't be able to argue that part with him, so I agreed.

"Fine."