(Maya)“Mrs. Vance,” the doctor says. “We are prepared to proceed today. We need consent forms signed.”The words hit hard. Today.The clipboard stays in his hand.I don’t reach for it.“But the committee already approved Lucy as a donor,” I say. “They cleared her. Why do we need to sign?”The hematologist nods. “They cleared her medically.”Dr. Nguyen steps in, calm and precise. “The committee decides eligibility. That doesn’t replace consent.”The hematologist adds, “nothing proceeds without parental consent.”“So even with approval,” I say, “this stops with me.”“Yes,” Dr. Nguyen says. “It stops with you. Mr Vance has already signed.”“And if you don’t consent,” the hematologist continues, “it goes to court. We don’t believe Owen will survive that delay.”I look at Owen.Asleep. Pale. Failing.Lucy is in my arms. Warm. Real.Cole stands near the door. Watching me. Waiting.Jade stands at the foot of Owen’s bed, hands folded, face soft. Great acting as usual.Cole’s voice is sharp.
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