Chapter 4: Nope...

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TORRES' POV:

In the morning we got the results of my tests.
"Hello." Said a doctor.
"Hi." The team and I said.
"So do you have my result?"
"Yes, unfortunatly-"
"You're not a match." Said Ellie letting her head fall onto the pillow.
"Yes, I'm sorry but you can't give one of your lung to Eleanor."
"Okay thank you doctor." We said.
"However, her family is here and did the tests, we'll know tonight if one of them is a match. They want to see you Eleanor."
"Uh- okay, let them in." She said wiping her tears.
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."
We all left to let her family see her.

BISHOP'S POV:

My family was here. We talked all day until the results came back.
"Hello everyone."
"Hi."
"So, George is a match. He can give one of his lungs."
"Oh my god!" I said hugging him.
"When's the transplant?" Nick asked.
"Tomorrow morning."
"Okay thank you."
"See you tomorrow."
"Bye."

TORRES' POV:

Ellie and I were alone in her room since her family went with George.

"So... how do you feel?" She asked.
"Me? I should be the one asking you that."
"No, I know you're pretending like not being a match doesn't affect you but I know it does. I know you're mad at yourself for not being a match but it's not your fault."
"I know... I just- I just wanted to help."
"You're helping when you're here... with me."
"Well, I'll always be there, cuddling and kissing you. I love you."
"I love you too.... I'm gonna sleep, you can go home."
"You're sure?"
"Yes don't worry."
"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye."

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