TWO

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   It's  been two days since my kidney transplant, the pain hadn't reduced one bit, it only grew more. The pain wasn't from the operation, it was from my heart.
   Resentment, guilt, frustration and anger.
  The pain wasn't something that could be eased by the pain killers as it did to my operation. No, this needed time to heal. Time to grieve, hope, understand and let go ( atleast that was what Barb said ).
   But I had a feeling that it would take a very long time to heal. I just had lost 3 people I cared about. Abby, Poe, and Will.
All I had was the memories I had shared with them.

    There was a knock on the door, and Barb entered, "Hey kiddo, how are you feeling" she said.
  "Same way I've been feeling for the past 2 days" I replied.
   "Well I had a chat with your parents, and we think its better that you go home, a nice holiday perhaps, to take your mind off things" she said.
    "Thanks Barb, so, Um when do I leave"
  "Well were having you discharged today" she said. "And Stella, stop being so hard on your self, non of it was your fault" she said in her most sweetest motherly tone.
  
   She left, giving me time to get up from the bed I hadn't left since my transplant, and pack.

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