You stared in shock at the unconscious form of your girlfriend. "Allison?" you gasped, turning to the doctors. "But...but that's Allison! What about Randall?"
Dr. Saunders gave you a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, Tim, but Allison dead in the accident. That IS Randall. Her parents agreed for her to be the donor to save your friends life."
"No....no...." you cried out. The room began to spin around you and everything went dark.
...
You faded in and out of consciousness several times. You vaguely recalled being given some shots, but you had no sense of time, with everything blurring together. You finally came around to see Doctor Saunders speaking to your parents. The conversation kept dropping in and out as you struggled to fully awaken.
"It was a rather big shock ... set him back some days...was time to take him off the sedatives..."
"Mom? Dad?" you croaked, blinking blearily at them.
"Tim!" your mom cried out, rushing over to embrace you. "How are you feeling, son?" you dad added as he followed her across the room.
"Okay, I think," you croaked. Your mom handed you a cup of water and you took a long drink. As you finished you tried to puzzled through what happened. "Were we in a wreck?" you asked.
"yes, dear," your mom said softly, taking your hand. "But you're alright."
"I had the strangest dream about Randall..." you started to say but stopped as you saw your parents exchange a look with Doctor Saunders. "No...it couldn't have been real..." you whispered.
"I...I'm afraid it's true, Tim," your mom said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
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