PERLAH'S POV.
I stared at the doctor, devastated.
“They are brothers. How can he not be a match? Well, it doesn't matter, right? Brothers don't necessarily have the same blood type. We just have to find Rodrigo a match,” I protested.
“I'm afraid I'm not talking about Rodrigo and his brother, it's more complicated than that. I was their father's doctor before he passed on. May his soul be at peace. I can't make this announcement or explain anything to you until Rodrigo is okay,” the doctor blurted out.
“It's okay doctor, Rodrigo is more important right now. Please save him,” I retorted.
“Mr. Crisanto, please wait at the reception, I will get back to you shortly,’’ the doctor announced.
I and Crisanto got up to leave the doctor's office.
I paced around the reception, desperate to be b
