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.


21. The pain.

I wake up the next morning and I've never felt so content with my life. I wake up to birds cheeping and that bright sun that only happens when it's about to rain. Also, the air is crisp, the kind that would be cold if I wasn't under the covers. I look for Trey but then see he is in the little en suite bathroom, shaving which for some reason I find really cute. He is just stood there with a towel around his waist and his chin tilted up to reach the awkward places. I pull the covers up so I'm decent and smile at him as he sees that I'm awake.

"Good morning." he grins.

"Hey." I smile.

"Oooh!" he exclaims. "I made you breakfast! One minute!"

He rushes into the kitchen and I hear him faffing around. He walks back into the room a minute later with a tray of toast and coffee and juice and acts like nothing happened. He sits with me, on top of the covers, eating my breakfast with me while we chatter mindlessly. I love how casual we are acting but there's that slight feeling of extra excitement as we both know we're thinking about last night.


I lie in bed at home that night with the worst pain in my torso. I wish I had friends that were girls to ask them if this was normal after... you know. I can't really ask Jess because she will murder Trey. I think it probably is normal so I just call Trey to try and take my mind off it.

"Hey." he says, picking it up after one ring. "You alright?"

"Yeah." I say. "I'm just sort of in pain."

"Where abouts?"

"Torso area." I shrug even though he can't see me. "It's probably nothing, it doesn't matter."

"No, it does matter. Do you think it's from... you know, last night?"

I shrug, again even though he can't see me. "I'm okay."

"Okay." he says, unsurely. "If it was from that, then it would be gone by tomorrow, I think. We'll see, yeah?"

"Sounds pretty good." I say, happily.

"We haven't said that in a while." he grins. "Pretty good."

I decide to just sleep the pain off, sure it will get better, but it doesn't. I sleep for maybe half an hour, before I am woken up by the pain, even worse. I cry out, without thinking. In fact, I can't really think a lot right now. My head is foggy and I can only take shallow breaths and I can barely move. 

I see that my light has been turned on, but I can't see anything clearly. I hear my mom's voice and she cradles me as I scream and cry. I see Jess walk in, panic, then walk straight back out. Then I can concentrate on nothing but the pain, as everything goes dark.

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