Chronicling the End
By: David K. Montoya
It was Saturday afternoon when Megan Tunner awoke to the phone beside her bed ringing. Not completely awake, she picked up the receiver on the first ring.
“Megan?” A man’s voice asked. “Megan Tunner?”
“This is she… who is this?”
“Miss Tunner, my name is Emanuel. I’m from Doctor Mukundray Patel’s office.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Megan could barely focus. “What can I do for you?”
“Actually, it’s what we can do for you. We have a match for your heart transplant.”
The words stunned her. “What? I mean… seriously? This fast?”
“I would not joke about the seriousness of this matter. Dr. Patel had me contact you to see if you could meet him at the hospital by five?”
“Well…yes—of course,” she stammered, her heart pounding.
“Very good then. We will see you at five.”
A clock on the wall read five minutes until six o’clock. Megan had anxiously waited to see the doctor for almost an hour now. Worry and fear begin to set in. What if something’s wrong? Am I going to get my new heart? Many questions raced through her mind, and fear pumped through her heart.
Her mind was set at ease when she heard someone speak outside her room. “Good evening, Dr. Patel.”
“Hello,” came another voice from behind the closed door. “How are you today?”
Megan leaned closer to the door to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“I’m good, thank you. O.R. One is prepped and ready for your next case.”
“Okay, very good. Who’s next on the list?”
“Megan Tunner, a twenty-four year old with Cardiomyopathy.”
“Oh, yes! I remember her. She’s a very lucky girl, you know?”
“Why is that, doctor?”
“She’s been on the list for less than a month and with a double O-negative blood type—well, it didn’t look too positive.”
“So you found a double O-negative match then?”
“Yes, there was a lab accident in Barstow and one of the men was a donor, remarkably with her blood type.”
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