The Price of a Lie
When the doctor walked into Daniel’s room, Gabriel stood up immediately. This was it. Three days of waiting. Three nights of silent fear. Three mornings of pretending everything would be fine. Gabriel expected an envelope in the doctor’s hand. Or at least a serious look. Instead, the doctor smiled. Not wide, but calm. “Daniel is recovering well,” he said first. Gabriel let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Prisca’s shoulders dropped slightly. “But,” the doctor continued gently, “that doesn’t change the fact that he still needs the blood transfusion.” The word still felt heavy. Gabriel nodded quickly. “Of course. Yes. We understand.” The doctor adjusted his glasses. “I have found a possible match for Daniel. Once I complete the final checks on the blood samples,
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