(Kim's Point of View)
"I'm sorry, the patient didn't make it, time of death, 3:45 pm,"
"W-hat?!"
The doctor sighed. "His body rejected the donor's heart and had caused some major complications, I'm sorry we couldn't save him,"
A laugh shredded off me and I took a step toward the doctor. "Tell me you're joking?" I mandated. "TELL ME YOU'RE FREAKING JOKING!" My hands automatically reached out to grab the doctor but I felt hands holding me back. "YOU SAID HE WAS GOING TO SURVIVE, YOU FREAKING SAID NOTHING WOULD GO WRONG, AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME HE'S FREAKING DEAD!" I cried out at the top of my lungs yet no tear had fallen out from my eyes yet.
"Put yourself together, Mrs. Rodriguez and I'm sorry for your loss,"
Sorry? Put myself together? I lost my husband. No, that coul
