The corridor fell silent.Leonard Whitaker tossed the liability waiver onto my chest without sparing me another glance. He crossed the hall in long, purposeful strides and stopped at Damien Whitaker's side."Don't be scared, son. I'll operate on you myself. You're going to be fine."He took Damien's hand with care, his eyes brimming with tenderness.I lay in the middle of a busy corridor, drenched in my own blood. I was watching the emergency operating room that should have been mine get handed over to a convict with barely a scratch.That morning, before I left the house, Leonard looked me in the eye and told me to be careful out there. He said he would wait for me to come home so we could celebrate my birthday together.Yet on my 20th birthday, he signed away my life without a moment of hesitation. All because the convict on death row was his biological son.My consciousness started slipping. I watched Leonard walk past me without a trace of emotion, calling every last member
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