I strained to hear the words, praying I had misunderstood. But their hushed voices carried clearly through the corridor.
“Did you hear? His condition’s critical, but there’s been a mix-up with the donor registry,” the first nurse said, her voice tinged with frustration.
“Yeah, and there’s a chance they might not find a match in time,” the second nurse whispered back, her voice thick with concern.
My heart sank. How could this happen? After everything we’d been through, every step we’d taken, and every ounce of hope we’d clung to, this couldn’t be where it all faltered—in some bureaucratic mess.
