It's Kind of a Coincidence

Bella had a kidney transplant when she was sixteen years old. Two years later, she is able to meet her donor, even if she doesn't really want to. Her donor is Tregory Jones. What Bella wasn't counting on was for him to be a beautiful, just out of his teens, boy with the personality of a god.


23. The decision.

Trey's point of view.

"No." I say, quietly. I give it a moment and everything sinks in and all of a sudden, I'm filled with every bad emotion out there. Anger, disappointment, guilt, sadness, anxiety, fear. "Let me in!" I shout at Jess.

"Calm down!" she hisses. "Go outside, now."

I fight against her, but somehow she manages to push me outside of the hospital. I scream in frustration and kick the wall. I kick it again and again and again until my foot hurts, but I just keep going.

"Will you stop it?!" Jess yelps puling me away from the wall, but I just punch it instead of kicking it. I feel my hand crack, but I don't care.

"It's my fault!" I yell, already feeling myself weaken. The adrenaline leaves my body and I slump down. Jess sits next to me.

"It's not your fault at all."

"It's my kidney."

"It doesn't matter." she whispers. A tear rolls down her face. "Somehow she drank alcohol. She thinks somebody spiked her drink."

I breathe heavily, my eyes closed for a moment. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. I open them to see Jess looking at me expectantly. 

"Can't she have another transplant?" I ask, finally calming down on the outside.

She shakes her head. "There's nobody with her blood type here and by the time we find one, it'll be too late."

I frown. "I'm her blood type."

"Trey, you would die-"

I am already up and walking into the hospital. My anger and reckless behaviour has been replaced by determination now. I'm still scared and still have all of those bad feelings inside me but I'm calmer now. I'm determined.

"Trey, slow down and think about what you're about to do-"

"This is your sister." I tell her. "Your sister."

"And I would love for you to give her your kidney so she could live, but I also know you would die. I'm not getting involved, it's between you two, but please don't make the wrong decision."

I look at her for a moment and see the genuine sweet, caring, strong girl that I know Jess is. I hug her, tight, because she actually cares.

"I'll be okay." I promise and rush upstairs to the ward Bella is on. 

The doctor is just leaving the room as I get there, so I rush up to her.

"I can give her the transplant." I say, rushed, not sure she actually got to comprehend what I said.

"Mr Jones, that's very honorable of  you, but you would-"

"Die, I know." I confirm. "I'm allowed to do it though. I want to."

"Mr Jones-"

"I am begging you." I say, trying not to cry. This has to work. This has to happen.

She sighs, looking me in the eye. I know what she's thinking. Since when did kids get this way? I know she's right. I am twenty years old but I'm making the decision to die to save my girlfriend. I'm sure I would be proud of myself, but I'm just thinking of Bella.

"Okay." she nods.

That's it. My life is going to end. I have to go and sit by myself for a moment, to let it sink in. I have this one life that I wasn't expecting to end any time soon, but that's it. My life is over. It's done. These are my last few days. I've done everything I can and there is something about that that is so unbelievably sad, but it's for Bella which somehow makes it okay.

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