What would you do?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨?

What would you do if you know that you are dying?

Would you try to survive, fight with everything you had? Or would you accept your fate that this was the end?

Would you have wished you had done things differently? Or would you be satisfied with the life you had lived so far?

Would you have any regrets or guilt and wished you could express it out loud?

As I walk towards my death bed knowingly, I question myself- Is this the best that I can do?

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

But is this something I would do again in a heartbeat?

𝘠𝘦𝘴.

We finally reached inside the OT. I turn towards my right looking at the unconscious person beside me connected to machines keeping him alive.

I look up to see the doctors working on clasping me to similar devices. 𝑇𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡. My final moment in life, and I don’t really know what to feel or what to think.

They then bring the anaesthetic mask and prepare for the transplant surgery. The doctor putting the mask on my face said-

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰.’

But am I? Am I really a hero?

‘𝘕𝘰.’, I said.

No, that's not the truth. I’m just someone who loves my sister enough to trade my heart for money to pay for her surgery.

A hero? No, not even close.

‘𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩.’, I said with a sad smile.

And that’s the truth. I’m just a selfish being here to trade my life for my sister’s, my only family in this world. And if this is the only way for her to live then so be it.

The doctor gave a sad smile and then said-

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺?’

I turned to my right to look at the person who’ll be receiving my heart. I cleared my throat, trying to control my emotions.

‘𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴?'

The doctor nodded and said-

‘𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺?'

I nodded and they clasped the mask to the anaesthetic drug, pumping it through.

And for the last time ever-

𝙄 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝.

_𝘹_𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵_𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴_𝘹_