I Gave Them My Kidneys They Gave Me Hatred Novels & Stories

A growl tore from my throat, my vision blurring with pure rage. “AHHHHHH!” The scream ripped out of me before I could stop it, echoing off the walls, raw and full of everything I refused to admit. I gripped the bag, my breath coming fast, my entire body shaking. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to matter. There were a lot of people who had kidney transplants. Plenty of them. And you don’t see them falling in love with their donor. Because that would be stupid. Ridiculous.

she declared. The seed of anger I suppressed earlier became a tree. I gripped the hospital sheets, trying to control my urge to scream and rage at the selfish woman at the other end of the call. When would this end? First, it was my bone marrow. Now, they wanted me to donate my kidney. They could have asked the hospital for suitable donors; hell, they had the funds to buy a million kidneys for Sophie, yet here I was, forced to donate my kidney because of their fucking sense of entitlement.

I had once gone through the same torture, and it had left a mark I could never forget. Now, watching Morgan suffer the same way only left me feeling a bleak kind of sorrow. The kidney, stained with blood, was ultimately removed. The sight hit me hard, leaving me unsettled for a long time. Had it once belonged to me? I couldn't tell. No matter who it had belonged to, it was no longer functional, no different from anything taken from a lifeless body. I didn't know if Morgan was still alive. Even if he was, death wouldn't be far behind.

Glaring daggers at her, Kevin retorted, “I beg your fucking pardon? You playing dumb now? Fine! Here’s the whole story! I had almost died years ago because of a kidney problem, and you two were the only ones who had compatible kidneys at the time! We had brought you home because we wanted to discuss a kidney transplant, but what did you do after you heard about the news? You fucking ran off and hid! You hid so fucking well that we couldn’t find you!”

“Exactly. Ava’s so selfish and impulsive. She knew her kidneys were the best match for Sophia, but she kept pretending to be sick just to avoid donating.” My youngest brother, Chris Blythe, added. I stared at them. Each word they said was like a needle stabbing straight into my heart. I only had one kidney left! How could I possibly donate it to someone else? Then, they used to call me their sensible little princess. Now, just because I wouldn’t give my last kidney, I’m unreasonable? I was the one they spoiled like a princess my entire life! However, ever since Sophia Foster came into the picture, I somehow have a “princess complex”.

Then my mother spoke, calm and decisive, like she was negotiating a shipment. “I’m done arguing. If you won’t hand over the child, then you can make this right another way.” Her gaze pinned me where I knelt. “Livia’s in renal failure. You’re a match. Give her your kidney.” I looked up at the four of them. My husband. My parents. My sister. The people I had once loved most in the world. And I smiled. “Sure,” I said. The answer came too easily, and for once that unsettled them.

This left a bloody handprint on his shirt. "I agree to the kidney donation." My life had been short, but it really was a joke. Even the child that I had given birth to chose to betray me without hesitation. The tears from the corners of my eyes were mixed with blood and soaked Frank's clothes. I had completely given up. I no longer wanted love or my child. I couldn't afford them anyway.

she shouted. Zachary still looked dazed as to why I had slapped him. Many people were watching us. He frowned and asked in a cold and low voice, "What the heck are you doing?" My eyes were red as I let out a bitter laugh. "How could you give my mother's kidney to someone else? She waited three years for it!" Panic flashed in his eyes. My voice was quite clear for others to hear, and he was afraid of that. "Let's talk about this in my office," he suggested.

And even more difficult was to block out the thought that kept coming back, hammering in her head like a cruel echo: I am compatible. Compatible with that fragile, thin girl with tubes in her arms, trying to smile as her life slowly slipped away. Karen put her hand to her chest, as if trying to hold her own heart in place. She could live with only one kidney. She could donate. Saving Lindsay is a possibility for her. But... at what cost? Would she give part of her body to a family that hated her? Why should she do that? And for whom? For Lindsay, who was not to blame for anything?

"The place where people come to pay their debts when they can't do so with money." My heart started racing so fast I thought it might explode in my chest. "What are you going to do to me?" Dr. Armando consulted his clipboard again. "According to the instructions I was given, we'll be harvesting one kidney today. Possibly more, depending on how much we can get for it on the market." The words hit me like physical blows. "You can't be serious."