All Chapters of He Broke Me, He restored Me.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2 – Morning at the HospitalThe first light of dawn filtered softly through the hospital blinds, casting a gentle glow across the room. Sarah Benson stirred awake, her head still resting lightly on the edge of Tommy’s bed. She had stayed there all night, holding his tiny hand, watching his chest rise and fall, whispering encouragements even as sleep tugged at her.Her eyes fluttered open when she felt a small hand tug at hers. “Mommy… Mommy?” Tommy’s soft voice broke through the quiet.Sarah’s heart leapt. “Tommy! Hey, baby, you’re awake!” She quickly pushed herself into a sitting position, smoothing the ruffled hair from his forehead. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re in the hospital, but I’m right here. Everything will be fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’m here to take care of you.”Tommy’s eyes were still sleepy, blinking up at her. “Okay… Mommy,” he murmured, clutching her hand weakly. Then, after a pause, his stomach rumbled, and he added, “I’m… hungry.”Sarah smiled

Chapter 4 – A Mother’s ResolveSarah Benson sat quietly in the doctor’s office, her hands clutching the edge of the chair, her heart pounding as she waited. The events of the past few days played through her mind like a relentless storm Tommy’s collapse, the alarms, the frantic hospital nights, the endless monitors, the tears. She hadn’t slept properly, hadn’t eaten properly, and every moment had been a battle against despair.The doctor entered the room, his coat crisp and his expression serious, yet calm. He gestured for her to sit. “Mrs. Benson,” he began gently, “we’ve reviewed all of Tommy’s tests. The condition is serious. He needs a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible. Waiting is not an option.”Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. She had feared the words, but hearing them now, spoken with such gravity, made her stomach drop. “A transplant… now?” she whispered, her voice trembling.“Yes,” the doctor said, nodding solemnly. “We can run the necessary pre-transplant tests

CHAPTER 6 — A Detour of Fate. Sarah woke up early the next morning with one thing on her mind — the bracelet.The thin silver band with the initials J.S. lay in her palm, cold and heavy, as if it carried every memory she desperately wished she could erase. For six years she had buried it deep in her drawer, hidden away like a wound she never wanted to touch again. But now, Tommy needed a donor. Tommy needed his father.And no matter how much she hated the thought, she had to find him.All she could think about was Tom.She grabbed her phone, handbag, and the bracelet, then walked out of her apartment with shaky determination. She drove with her heart pounding, glancing again and again at the bracelet resting on the seat beside her.“Tom, Mommy will find help… I promise,” she whispered, though her voice trembled.She didn’t know if she was comforting herself or praying to God for strength.The jewelry company she had found online was in the next town. If she left now, she could reach

CHAPTER 8 — A Name in the ShadowsJames Salvador sat alone in his office, tapping his pen lightly on the desk as he waited for the last batch of test comparisons to upload. It was already late in the evening, and the corridors of the hospital were quieter than usual. But his mind wasn’t calm. It kept drifting back to the little boy lying in the pediatric ward—Tommy Benson.Tommy was getting weaker too quickly.The temporary medication had worked for a few hours, but the boy’s condition was unstable. They needed a donor soon… or Tommy’s chances would drop dangerously.The computer chimed.James leaned forward.A new donor match had appeared.He blinked, thinking he was reading it wrong.The name blinking on the screen was familiar—too familiar.James Salvador.His own medical profile.He stared at the screen for a long moment, confused.“How can this be?” he whispered.He wasn’t related to Tommy. He had never met the child or his mother before this week. He shook his head, scrolling th

Chapter 10— The MatchThe hospital’s waiting room felt unusually silent when James returned from the lab. He had handed in his blood sample without thinking deeply about it, driven by an instinct he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t duty. It wasn’t logic. It was something deeper—an unsettling pull in his chest that kept whispering, Help the boy. Help him.He tried to shake the feeling off as he walked toward his grandfather’s private ward. Maybe he was just emotional because of the old man’s condition. Maybe he was simply doing the right thing. Nothing more.But when the door of the ward opened and the nurse stepped out holding a white envelope marked with his name, James froze.“Mr. May,” the nurse said, handing it to him gently, “the test results are ready.”His heart thudded. He thanked her, stepped aside, and tore the envelope open.One line stood out in bold:Compatible donor: Yes.James blinked. Read it again. And again.A match.He was a match for Tom May.He swallowed hard, a strang