Arabella's Pov:
Michael and I were at the kids orphanages, passing out toys, handing out board games, and just playing with the kids in general.
Arabella: Do you like cars?
But then I saw Michael on the other side of the room, holding a kid who was green, like a really pale green, and he seemed upset.
Arabella: I'll be right back okay?
I set the kid I was holding down and made my way over to Michael and the kid he was holding.
Arabella: Hey babe..who's this?
Michael smiled and softly said-
Michael: This is Bela Farkas, but they call him Farkas so Imma do the same.
Arabella: Hi Farkas....
He didn't answer.
Michael and I looked at each other and then back at the ill boy.
Arabella: Oh it's okay Farkas, wanna play with some toys?
Michael: Hey, excuse me?!
He called over one of the other ladies who was helping taking care of the boy.
Nurse Beatrice: Yes?
Michael: What's wrong with this kid?
Nurse Beatrice: Oh, Bela, he doesn't have a liver.
That was shocking.
My eyes widened.
Arabella: He doesn't have a liver? Oh, that's so sad.
Michael: Does that mean he's gonna die?
Nurse Beatrice: Yes he's gonna die if he doesn't get a liver?
Michael looked at me mischievously.
Michael: I know exactly what I'm gonna do.....
(BACK AT HOME.)
It was later in the night, maybe like 11 pm, and Michael and I were fresh out of the shower. I was getting ready for bed, gotta get that beauty rest ya know? But anyways, all I could hear was Michael yelling on the phone in the hallway.
Michael: No, I want this kid to have a liver! He is only like 2 or 3, maybe even 4 years old! He's got his WHOLE life ahead of him! He needs to live these 100 years that he was given! Okay, you know what? Fuck you!
He cussed, he's never really done that before!!! And when he does, he has to be really mad or pissed off with you! And even when he is mad, it's pretty rare for him to do so!!!
Michael: I'll get somebody else to do it!
I heard him hang up the phone and he walked into the room, and then he sighed, he closed and locked the door behind him and took off his wife beater, throwing it to the ground, he climbed into the bed and I halfly, very HALFLY put the covers over me.
I sighed too.
Arabella: What's wrong? Who are you cussing at over the phone like that? You never cuss! Especially like that too or AT anybody.......
Michael: So you know that kid Farkas that we talked to and played with earlier?
Arabella: Yea? What about him?
Michael: Okay so....
He took a deep breath.
Michael: I felt bad and I don't think that kid should be dying at 4 or 5 years old. So, I want to pay to have this kid saved, and oh, trust me, he's gon' get this-his liver, and I put that on MY life, okay? Alright??? He's got his whole life ahead of him! Gotta get him straight and together ya know?????????????
That just made me fall in love with him more.....
Arabella: Aww, you're actually gonna save someone's life?
I grabbed his face gently and made him look at me.
Arabella: Kiss me?
He smiled and we kissed.
