LOGINBrandon“She woke up a few minutes earlier,” Salma answered my father’s question. “But the doctors wanted her to rest before they moved her back here.”My mother looked relieved. “That’s good,” she said softly. “That’s very good.”Before anyone could say anything else, the door opened and two nurses wheeled Leona into the room. My heart jumped the moment I saw her small body on the bed. She looked pale, but calmer than she had the night before. The machines attached to her beeped steadily as the nurses carefully transferred her onto the hospital bed.When the nurses finished and left, there was a soft knock on the door. Dr. Hans walked in.We all looked at him expectantly as we waited for his verdict on my mother's results. “She responded well to the antibiotics,” he said. “Her vitals have stabilized enough for us to proceed with transplant preparations.”“There is, however, a small complication.”“What's wrong this time?” Salma looked tired as I was. When we were on the verge of f
Brandon I watched as Salma went from grinning very hard, as if she'd found something amusing, to sobbing very hard. I moved closer to her and put an arm around her, wondering what the hell had made her start crying suddenly. “Salma? What happened? Did you get bad news?” She shook her head, but continued to sob hard without a word. Then out of nowhere she began to yell, “She’s dead. She died that night and I did nothing to stop it.” I could only hold her in my arms and allow her to wet my shirt as I had no idea who she was referring to. I knew it could not be Leona or I would have received the same news too.“You can talk to me if you need to,” I said softly as she continued sobbing hard in my arms. “I… My mom…” but that was all she could mutter before she continued to cry again. Ten minutes later, her sobs had reduced to a mere trickle of tears down her pretty face. She sat straight, detaching herself from my embrace, and wiped her face with her hand. I pulled out a clean handker
Salma“We’ll be transferring Leona back to her room,” I was still groggy from the inadequate sleep through the night, but I listened attentively as Dr. Hans spoke to us. It was about seven in the morning and I guessed that he was making his rounds on his patients. “Is she awake yet?” Brandon asked the doctor. “The nurse in charge of her care reported that she woke up during the night,” Dr. Hans said, “but I believe she is asleep right now.” “Okay,” I said, flooded with relief that my daughter had woken up. “And once my mother’s result is out we can go ahead with the transplant?” asked Brandon. “If everything is fine, yes. But it cannot happen today,” Dr. Hans said, “Leona is not strong enough for surgery just yet.” “Thank you, doctor,” Brandon said and Dr. Hans turned to leave, but as he approached the door, he turned back and asked, “Dr. Gascon, you do not have to worry about any of our staff saying a word to the public. We gave everyone responsible for her care an NDA. We sens
Brandon When Salma fell asleep on the chair about an hour later, I adjusted her head so her neck wouldn’t hurt, then covered her with the only blanket available in the room. I stepped outside also to place a call to my personal chief of security. I had bodyguards who followed me everywhere but they did so from a distance, and I went about my day without noticing them most of the time. Tony answered my call on the first ring. “Mr. McClean?” His voice was very clean, formal, and not at all groggy. It made me wonder if he ever slept at all. “We have a situation,” I said quietly into the phone. “About staff security? I was told you spoke to the company’s CSO about it,” came his response. “I did,” I told him, “but that’s not the situation I’m talking about.” “My men report that you are safe?” He sounded slightly worried. “This is not about me per se,” I said. “Okay.” “What I’m about to tell you must remain in the strictest confidence,” I said to him. “Of course.” “You must know
Brandon A nurse followed Salma as she left the unit, where Leona was receiving treatment. Her eyes were wet with tears and her expression looked dull. I understood the feeling—seeing someone you love in pain and being so helpless. The nurse turned to me, “Follow me.” I did and as we inched closer to the door, she gave me a disposable gown to wear, gave me gloves to wear, and a nose mask. “You can go in now,” she said, opening the glass door for me to enter. Leona had looked so small from outside, behind the glass walls. But she looked even smaller now and more fragile. A sob escaped my lips just staring at her frail frame. I sat beside her and put her small hand in mine. “I'm so sorry I showed up late in your life,” I said, trying not to burst into tears, “I… I missed all your initial milestones. Your first words, your first birthday, the first time you crawled, walked, everything. And it's my fault. It's all my fault. But I'm here now and I want to make it up to you.” “I want
BrandonI paused the video. I had heard enough. When I looked up to where Salma was seated, she was gone. I put my phone in my pocket and walked out of the room too, hoping that she had not gone too far. She had not. She was leaning against the wall beside the door, looking into nothing. “Salma?” I called her name softly. She turned to look at me but her expression was blank. I could read no emotions on her face. “I… I don't know if it's true but…” “You think it's true?” she asked me, staring into my eyes like she wanted to dig out my soul. “I don't know what to believe…” I began to say then stopped myself mid-sentence, “It doesn't matter anyway. I understand you've never been on good terms with your father and… frankly, I do not know the whole story.” She looked at me intently for a while as though deciding what to tell me. “When reporters start looking into my life closely,” she said, “they are going to find out about Leona and her… that she has cancer. I do not want that.
Salma “I won't be returning to Maryland tomorrow,” I informed Freddie as he drove Leona to the hotel. “Your trip to Sudan is only three days away,” he said, “will you be flying out of Texas, then?” I shook my head, “I don't know yet. I just… I have something I need to take care of here in Texas.
Brandon“Why can't you tell them you're at the hospital?” she asked me, her voice was still a whisper. “I just can't, okay?” I said, “Let's talk later.” I hung up the call and checked to see if Leona was still by my side as she had the tendency to disappear when she felt like it. “Do you have to
Brandon “Dr. Gascon is right,” I said, “I'm Mr. McClean. You must be the parents of the twins,” I introduced myself, “I apologize for my tardiness.” I extended my hand, and they shook it. “Mr. McClean here is also a doctor,” Dr. Allison said, “he left us to build his medical company.” The meeti
Salma I saw the punch coming but made no effort to sidestep. What I did not see coming though was the human shield in the form of Kane who took the hit for me instead of my pretty face. I heard Ariel gasp. She had just punched an attending and that would have severe consequences for her. “Dr. Ka







