All The Odds

Thirty-nine

Seven years later....

"I'm sorry Ms. Campbell, I can't consider what you're suggesting." Dr. Silver the cardiologist said, obviously surprised. He dropped his pen on his desk with a clattering sound and leaned his 6ft something frame back in his squeaky leather chair to appraise Bella with his usual semi-serious, semi-concern look.

"As a practitioner, I find your suggestion rather disconcerting and as a friend..." He looked at her directly in the eyes to make sure she was okay with the idea of them being friends.

"I've known you for a while now and we've been through some ups and downs together over the years and you know how much I adore Lyric so I'd consider myself a friend and as a friend, I'd say what you just suggested is downright preposterous."

Bella let out a whoosh of frustrated breath with a slight shake of her head in indignation. "Why is that? You said so yourself, I'm living on borrowed time."

"No you're not, your daughter is. And miracles happen you know?"

"Not to me, they don't." Bella snapped, the thing the years gone by have given her was even less tolerance of bullshit.

Her life had been series of misfortune and tough luck. She always got the stone-hard side of whatever curve ball life decide to throw at her. Like living with Daniel without knowing they were twins only for him to die a few days after she found out.

Like getting pregnant in spite of using precaution and being told it happen to two out of hundred people and she just had to be one out of the unfortunate two.

Like the father of her child moving countries away before she had a chance to tell him about it and never bothering to look back.

Like Bella laying on the grass outside that hospital, praying for death as she lost consciousness only to wake up hours later to Dr Marjorie Davis giving her the news that her baby may have some heart defects.

She wasn't sitting opposite Dr. Silver today because miracles happen. She was there because she had been  fighting tooth and nail ever since. She had been fighting for the sake of her daughter, and now that daughter was about to be cruelly taken from her and she was expected to fold her hands and watch it happen because, 'miracles happen, my ass'

"Dr. Silver, we've been on the waiting list for two years now." She spoke calmly to make him see reasons. When her daughter first joined the queue    for heart transplants, there were over a hundred and seventy people on the waiting list that were children in London alone and it has barely dwindle in the last year.

"You told me time is running out and do you understand that I'll have no life without my baby? She's all I have, she's my life! I beg you doctor, take my heart and let my daughter live."

Her eyes had glossed over by the time she finished speaking. Normally Bella would fight the tears and put on a brave face but today she didn't, if playing the doctor's sympathy was the way to get what she wanted then so be it.

Dr. Silver watched her passively, she held his gaze despite the tears blurring her vision. She needed for him to see her unyielding resolve.

"I heard you stop going to the support sessions?"

Bella blinked, temporarily thrown off course. She wasn't expecting him to pull that card. "Erh..uhm, I..I've been busy." She said and it wasn't a lie, being a realtor after getting into Daniel's business with the properties he left her and being a mother who try to spend as much time with her daughter as possible was pretty time consuming.