The following day was a whirlwind of tests and doctor's appointments. Mel was a trooper, enduring the pokes and prods with a stoicism that impressed even Crow. And when the results finally came in, it was like the world had stopped spinning.
"You're a match," the doctor said to Mel, his voice a whisper in the stark white room.
Her eyes filled with tears, she turned to look at Leo, who was playing with a toy car on the waiting room floor, oblivious to the gravity of the words spoken. "Really?" she choked out.
"Really," the doctor nodded, his expression kind. "The transplant is risky, but it's Leo's best shot."
The next day, the room was a flurry of nurses and machines, the smell of antiseptic filling the air as both Mel and Leo were prepped for the surgery.
Yesterday, after hearing Mel
