Coming out of his office, Crow immediately noticed the change in me. "What's going on, Oce?" he asked, his hand resting on my shoulder.
"Leo," I managed, the tears spilling over. "He needs a kidney transplant."
His grip tightened, his eyes darkening with concern. "Jesus," he breathed.
"Yeah," I said, my voice trembling. "The doctor said it's a race against the clock."
"We'll find a match," Crow said, his voice filled with determination. "Don't you worry."
But the doubt in my heart was like a heavy stone. "What if we don't?"
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Days turned into weeks, and the search for a donor grew more desperate. I threw myself into the bar work with a newfound ferocity, the chaos a welcome distraction from the ticking clock hanging over Leo's head.
One night, as I was leaving the bar, Snake stepp
