Aliyah was called in to her doctor's clinic together with her parents. Luckily, she could sneak out of Luke's room while he was asleep. Crying for an hour wasn't a joke and being afraid of the uncertainty of life wasn't easily. He deserves a good rest, a proper one out of the many nights with horrid thoughts that kept him up.
The doctor smiled, "I'm happy to say we've found a donor. Although," he continued, "it would take months for things to get done before we could go under a heart transplant."
Smiles grew wide on both Aliyah's parents while she didn't know what to feel. Of course she was happy, but why was she given another chance to live while Luke didn't? Deep down she knew she was ready and that she already accepted the fact that she's nowhere near surviving. How were they able to find a compatible heart donor? If this miracle could happen, maybe something alike could happen to Luke as well.
"Honey, aren't you happy?" Aliyah's mom asked, pulling her back to reality.
She looked at her like she was lost in space, eyes glassy as tears threat to fall anytime. "Mom, the same miracle could happen to Luke, right?" It was more of a plea than a question because she wanted her to agree, to tell her that there's still hope. Tears rolled on her cheeks, "tell me there's still something we could do for Luke. Mom, please,"
Both arms of her parents wrapped her in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry honey," was all they could tell her as she cried her heart out.
It took her a while to pull herself together, an ice pack had her puffy eyes go back to normal before she could return to Luke's room. It was difficult to stop herself from crying even though she couldn't cry anymore. Aliyah didn't know what to feel anymore; everything was too much for her to accept, to absorb. But the moment she sees Luke seated on the side of his bed, in front the window with a smile on his face, everything she was worrying about faded.
"Is it okay for you to be sitting up like that?" She smiled walking towards him. "I've got news," she clenched her fists tight, nails digging in her palm, "I've got a donor."
She heard him smile, "that's wonderful."
"And maybe we could find a way for you to get better as well. Do you remember the time when we talked nonstop about the things we wanted to do together?" She was feeling hopeful again, "we can do that now and I'll find a way to make you better." And just like that he had her feeling nothing more than confused again. "I'm leaving for America tonight," he knew she was clueless, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her sooner because he didn't want that to bother her.
She stopped a few inches away from his bed. "Why so s-sudden?" she stuttered, "would it be okay for you to travel?"
He chuckled, "afraid to have me far away from you?" The moment he turned around, his eyes widen in shock seeing Aliyah crying with her hands balled on either side of her. She cried because she was so afraid of losing him and now he's going away. He sighed a smile, "hug me?" She then walked towards him and sat on his bed, her arms around his waist as she rested her cheeks on his back. "Do you know why I'm going there?" he held onto her hands caressing it. Aliyah shook her head in response. "I'd go there to be with you," he smiled, his voice cranking. "I'd go there to get better, to get help." His lips quivered as he held back his sobs, "but I'd miss you so much. I would miss being hugged and hugging you like this. I'd miss your comforting voice, I'd miss everything about you and about us; I'd miss my angel."
"But if it would make you better, I don't mind. I'd bear it, I'd wait until I see you again," it wasn't a lie but it made her heart clench. Aliyah wants to be there for him; to aid him when he's hurting and to make him happy when he's feeling down.
