Aiden Norwood Novels & Stories

You would think having lived the last few years in almost daily pain that I would be able to just grin and bare it like I normally did but something about this burning in my torso and my limbs was much rawer and I felt like my nerves were exposed. I lifted my head slightly and could see I was covered in a white sheet so I had no idea what was causing my pain. At that moment I heard the key turn in the lock. I winced as I took a sharp intake of breath, scared of what was coming next. Not sure if I was relieved to see Aiden. He is carrying some medicine in a cup and more water for me so I am going with relieved. “Hey Nova” he says gently “I brought some pain killers and to check on the incisio

"My parents searched and searched, put me on newspapers, the radio, and all other media they could find, looking for a donor, but they could find none. That's when Adam showed up. He was my close friend at the time, so he offered to donate his kidney to me. Adam was fifteen back then, but had been a bully long before then. Adam's blood group matched mine perfectly, so Adam told my parents that he was going to donate his kidney to me on one condition -that I would belong to him and him alone" I opened my mouth in shock. "Wow, I had no idea it was that deep. And what did your parents say to Adam?" I asked.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

"I... I don't know what to say." Harris giggles, a bright sound that seems out of place in the somber training grounds. "Anything, man. Your hobbies? Do you have a man waiting for you back home? What about your family?" The mention of family twists a dull knife in Aiden’s gut. He looks down at his scuffed boots. "I’m an orphan," he says softly. The laughter dies in Harris’s throat. He reaches out, squeezing Aiden’s arm. "Shit, I’m sorry. Me too. Same boat."