All Chapters of Too Young To Want Him: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ava got out of the taxi in the morning and stood before the clinic building when the air was colder than usual, and her heart was beating so loudly that it seemed to almost overshadow all other sounds in the surrounding area. Her small bag was still firmly clutched in her hand, and she glanced up at the glass doors to find herself reflected in them with her pale cheeks and fatigued eyes, which had obviously not slept well the previous night. She stood still for a long time, not wanting to take off the ground as though she were so afraid of doing it.“Go back, you still have the chance, you still may go back”, said she to herself.She swallowed hard and her voice trembled.Instead of turning around, however, she plodded slowly to the entrance with heavy and indecisive steps. The automatic doors just swung open, and she instantly got the scent of disinfectants in her nose, which tightened her chest further. The reception room was empty, and there was not much one could sense other than

It was too bright in the room when the nurse assisted Ava in lying on the small hospital bed. The ceiling above her was pure white, and she fixed her eyes on it, as she did not want to see the tray of instruments at her side. Her hands were chilly, and she tightened them together to prevent their trembling.The nurse gently adjusted the blanket that covered Ava's legs and said, “You can still change your mind.”Ava shook her head and swallowed. "No. I signed the form."The Doctor approached her, her face composed and professional. “I will start in a second”, she said. “I am asking you to make your body as relaxed as possible. The calmer you get, the better the case will be.”Ava forced a small nod. "I'll try."She was caressed by the nurse. "Do you want me to stay close?""Yes," Ava answered quickly. "Please don't leave.""Then I won't," the nurse assured her.When the doctor was about to prepare the medication, Ava stared at the ceiling once more. It made her heart beat so that she c

Ava did not sleep that night.She could not get over the question that Marcus asked her.“What did you do?”She had felt the pain in his eyes. She had seen the anger, too. But above all else, she had noticed bewilderment. He did not grasp the reason why she could make such a choice all by herself.He was not familiar with the entire truth yet.And she was not prepared to inform him.The following morning, when Marcus was in a hospital bed and was talking to the doctor, Ava entered the hallway without making a noise, holding her phone in her hand. Her hands were chilled, and her countenance calm.She had already made one sacrifice.Now she had to see through what she had begun.She called the number of the transplant department of the hospital that she had stored weeks earlier.Two rings later, a woman responded. “Transplant coordination office, the way I assist you?”Ava lowered her voice. "Hello... My name is Ava Clarke. I had been tried once as a potential donor to Lydia Hale.”The

It was picked up by Marcus earlier than anybody noticed it.Ava was getting weaker.It started small. She was slower as she entered Lydia's hospital room. She smiled, and the smile was not long. His touch on her hands made her hands colder.She nearly spilled the cup of coffee he gave her that morning.“That is Ava,” Marcus said hastily, taking the cup before it spilled. "Careful."“I am all right," she answered, giving a little laugh. "I didn't sleep well."He studied her face. She had dark circles below her eyes. Her skin looked pale.“You are so tenacious,” he thought."I told you," she answered. "I've just been busy.""Busy doing what?" he asked gently.She was uncertain for half a second. "School. Running around. Stress."Marcus did not appear persuaded.They were waiting beside the bed. Lydia slept, and machines were humming quietly around her. The room felt too quiet.Marcus leaned closer to Ava. "You've been tired for days now.""I'm okay," she insisted."No, you're not," he s

The operating room was still tense.“Her blood pressure is stabilizing,” a nurse said quickly.“Good,” Dr. Reynolds replied. “Keep monitoring her closely.”Ava lay unconscious on the hospital bed. Her face was pale, and her breathing was slow but steady. Machines surrounded her, beeping softly.“She reacted strongly to the anesthesia,” the anesthesiologist explained. “But she’s responding now.”Dr. Reynolds nodded. “The bone marrow extraction was successful. We got what we needed.”“And the patient?” another nurse asked.“The transplant team is already preparing,” he answered. “Move Ava to recovery. Carefully.”They wheeled her out of the operating room and into the recovery area. A nurse adjusted her IV and checked her pulse again.“Stay with us, Ava,” the nurse murmured gently. “You did very well.”A few minutes later, Ava’s fingers twitched slightly.“She’s coming around,” the nurse said.Ava’s eyelids fluttered open, but her vision was blurry.“Where…” she whispered weakly.“You’r