Steal My Kidney, Lose My Life: No Second Chances

I stood outside the hospital room, clutching my critical condition notice, listening to Kelly whimpering affectionately into Zachary’s chest.

"Zach, thank God you altered the medical records. Otherwise, I never would’ve gotten that kidney donor match."

Zachary’s response was bone-chillingly cold.

"Chloe is too selfish. She always acts like the world owes her something. Reassigning her spot will humble her. It’ll teach her some gratitude."

I looked down at the words stamped in bold red on my surgical notice: *Urgent Transplant Required.*