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Counting Down to the Day I'm Not Needed Chapter 12
Harold's POVDr. Mariano walked over and crouched down in front of me. "Harry, what plans do you have for the future?"I wiped away my tears. "Dr. Mariano, I want to study medicine.""Study medicine?""Yeah. I want to become a doctor just like you," I answered. "So when I meet kids like me someday, I can save them, too."She smiled, her own tears spilling over. "Alright. I'll be waiting for you."Allen chimed in from behind us. "Then I'll be your tutor. Free of charge.""That won't do," I said. "You have to charge me."He blinked."I'll pay you. You're a teacher. Teachers deserve to earn a living with dignity."His lips quivered. For a long while, he couldn't say a word. In the end, he just gave me a firm, heavy nod.The sunlight washed over us.Allen pushed my wheelchair, with Ginger still curled up in my lap, while Dr. Mariano walked alongside us. Behind us were the cheers and warm wishes of countless strangers.The road ahead would be long and unknown, but it was filled
Counting Down to the Day I'm Not Needed Chapter 11
Harold's POVAllen was asleep in the chair next to my bed, cradling Ginger in his arms.Dr. Mariano leaned against the wall with deep dark circles under her eyes. Ben was there too, holding a stack of papers."You're awake?" Ben remarked, smiling gently. "I've got some good news for you. The court has handed down its verdict. Shaun has been convicted of attempted murder and sentenced to 12 years in prison, while Miranda, convicted as an accomplice to attempted murder, has been sentenced to eight years.""Also, the court has stripped them both of their parental rights."I leaned back against my pillow and stared up at the ceiling.Twelve and eight years, respectively. That was enough. Not because the sentences were heavy, but because from this day on, I'd never have to look at that whiteboard again.The countdown had stopped forever at "0", and yet, I was still alive."Mr. Flack.""Yeah?""My insurance policy… The 750,000 dollars…""The court decided to award you that money.
Counting Down to the Day I'm Not Needed Chapter 10
Harold's POVAs I looked at the envelope, my eyes suddenly burned with tears."Maggie, I can't take your money.""Why?" she asked anxiously. "Is it because it's not enough? I won't buy any more toys from now on! I'll save every penny for you—""It's not because of that," I said, gently pressing the envelope into her hands. "It's because the thought behind it means so much more than the money inside."Magdalene burst into tears. She threw herself against my bed and wrapped her arms around mine. "Harry, don't die, please. If you die, I won't have a big brother anymore…"I gently patted her head. My eight-year-old sister wasn't a bad kid. She had just been raised by bad parents."I won't die, Maggie," I said. "I still have to watch you grow up."…The issue with my surgery funds was ultimately solved in a way I never saw coming.Dr. Mariano shared my story online. She didn't use my real name, simply describing me as a "12-year-old boy with congenital heart disease whose parents
Counting Down to the Day I'm Not Needed Chapter 9
Harold's POV"You can't do this! I want to make a phone call! I want my lawyer!" Dad screamed at the top of his lungs as he thrashed around.Mom collapsed into a chair, trembling all over. "N-No… It wasn't my idea… He was the one who made me cut down on the medication… I was just following his orders…""Miranda Ruffo, you're coming with us too," Ben said coldly. "An accomplice is still guilty."As the officers grabbed her by the arms, Mom continued to scream, "I'm his mother! How could I possibly hurt him? I was doing it for his own good!"Out in the hallway, I sat in my wheelchair. Dr. Mariano pushed me forward as we watched the scene unfold from a distance.Mom caught sight of me. The fear in her eyes instantly turned to rage."It was you, wasn't it, Harold Irwin? You recorded us! You ungrateful little brat! We raised you for 12 years, and this is how you repay us?"I looked at her and said calmly, "Mom, you may have raised me for 12 years, but you only waited 47 days for me
Counting Down to the Day I'm Not Needed Chapter 8
Third-Person POVWhen Shaun arrived at the hospital at 5:30 pm, Miranda was already there. Her eyes were red, but Shaun could tell it wasn't from crying. It was from her nerves.Brynn was waiting for them in her office. "Mr. Irwin, Mrs. Irwin, please have a seat."She began, "Harry's heart function has deteriorated dramatically. If he doesn't undergo surgery within the next 48 hours, he might not survive the week."Miranda gasped. "Th-That soon?"Shaun's expression didn't change. "How much is the surgery?""450,000 dollars.""And the success rate?""60 percent."He fell silent. Miranda stole a quick glance at him, and their eyes met for a brief second. In that single moment, a silent exchange passed between them.No surgery."Dr. Mariano," Shaun finally said. "We need some time to think it over.""Think it over?" Brynn's voice rose. "Mr. Irwin, your son might not even have 48 hours left. What exactly is there to think over?""450,000 dollars isn't a small amount, and the
Counting Down to the Day I'm Not Needed Chapter 7
Harold's POVWhen Ben Flack arrived, he wasn't wearing a formal suit. He merely had on a plain jacket and a pair of glasses, looking more like a college professor than a prosecutor.He sat beside my hospital bed and listened as I told him everything from beginning to end. Then, he listened to the audio recordings.The first audio played. "The surgery costs 450,000 dollars, and there's only a 60 percent success rate. We'd be better off saving the money, waiting for the insurance payout, then walking away with a clean 750,000 dollars."Then the second. "It's already been reduced to just one pill a day. In another few days, I'll stop it completely."And the third. "Only one month left. When the time comes, we'll just say his condition worsened, and he passed away from natural causes."Ben took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. In his 15 years as a prosecutor, he'd handled homicides, corruption, and organized crime. But this was the first time he'd heard parents calmly plotting th
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