Draven,
I stood in front of the VIP Room in the inpatient ward, holding the patient file in my hands. The door creaked open as Mr. Mathew pushed it, revealing a scene I wasn't prepared for. A boy, around seven years old, was sitting in a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He was gazing out at the view, looking serene yet weary, as though the weight of something heavy lay on his small shoulders.
As the door closed behind us, the gust of wind from the outside brushed past us. Mr. Mathew, always eager to fill in the blanks, walked beside me, his voice low but steady as he began to explain the situation. "The doctor in charge mentioned that the child, who is going to donate his heart, has a brain tumor. They are working on administering the necessary medicine to keep his heart he
