Chapter 1-The last beat
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Decided to switch things up,so hehe
Amara lay still, listening to the steady beep of the monitor beside her bed. Each sound was both a comfort and a reminder — her heart was still working, but barely. It had betrayed her so many times she had stopped trusting it.
The hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic and wilted flowers from her last visitor.
She stared at the ceiling tiles, tracing the cracks, pretending they were maps to places she would never see.
She was twenty-seven, yet she felt like an old woman, her life measured in pills and doctor’s appointments instead of adventures and mistakes.
When the door creaked open, she didn’t bother to sit up. Nurses often came and went without needing her attention. But this time it wasn’t a nurse. Dr. Hassan stepped inside, his expression unreadable. For a moment, her heart — or what was left of it — fluttered.
Dr Hassan
Amara,*he said gently*We have a match
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She had waited so long, lived on so many waiting lists, that she had almost stopped believing the call would ever come.
Amara Bello
A heart ?*she whispers*
Dr Hassan
Yes. *His voice was steady, though his eyes softened*.It just became available. You need to prepare immediately.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry. She should have felt relief, joy even. Instead, fear pooled in her chest. Somewhere out there, someone had just lost their life. And she would be living because of it.
As the nurses moved quickly around her, preparing her for surgery, Amara closed her eyes.
She tried not to imagine the face of the stranger whose heart would soon be hers.
Tried not to think of the family who had just been broken.She pressed her palm to her chest, to the faint, tired rhythm inside.
Amara Bello
Please,*she whispered to the heart that was still hers for a few more hours*. Just hold on a little longer.
The monitor beeped again, slow and fragile, like the ticking of a clock running out of time.
And then, for the first time in years, Amara dared to hope that maybe — just maybe — tomorrow she would wake up with a heartbeat strong enough to carry her into a future she never thought she’d have.
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