Romans & histoires I Gave Them My Kidneys They Gave Me Hatred

"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."

She had given both kidneys to Sean without any hesitation. I lay in bed, tormented by the illness, as she held my hand. She said, "Sean has been weak since he was young. He needs two kidneys to be healthy. He's not like you. You've been through so many rounds of dialysis I'm sure you're used to it." At that, I could not help but laugh, yet my tears fell uncontrollably. Yes, I had been through so many rounds of dialysis. I had gotten used to it.

" Her provocative tone made my breath catch in my throat. Everyone knew that my body was an extremely sensitive subject. Six years ago, Kirsten had suffered a sudden nephritis attack and urgently needed a kidney transplant. I was a match, and I went under the knife without hesitation, donating one of my kidneys to her. After the surgery, I was often weak and listless and frequently ran out of energy halfway through the day. The incision site on my body was constantly painful and inflamed, causing me to suffer from many high fever attacks afterward. I thought that Kirsten would be the first one to be the most understanding about my situation. I never imagined that she would turn out to be the

“Okay, fine.” She smiled at me. “You were just a completely different person.” “Is that a good or bad thing?” I teased. “Good. I want you with them every time they go out so you can make sure they come back.” I looked down at our hands. “What? What is it?” “Brittany, I lost a kidney. Shit got infected and…” I just shrugged as I took a deep breath. Piercy’s hand tightened on my shoulder for support. “… I lost it. I can’t fight. I can’t go into battle anymore.”

The day my brother, Aaron Payne, is abducted by human traffickers, an older woman in our town tells me that if I can come up with 80,000 dollars, I can get him back. Desperate to save him, I return to the home I haven't set foot in for two years and beg my wealthy parents for the money. But they fly into a rage. "We sent you two to the countryside to toughen you up, not to give you an excuse to scam us for money!" "Human traffickers? You really expect us to believe someone could kidnap a child and then just give him back? Stop making up stories." With nowhere else to turn, I hear that I can make money by selling a kidney. So that same day, I go under the knife. As soon as the anesthesi

He was kind, strong, and full of honor. When I was 14, my home caught fire. My parents threw themselves over me, shielding me from the flames. Zachary's father came charging in through the inferno and pulled me out. However, he never made it back out himself. I owed Zachary a life. So, when we found out I was a matching donor, I signed the donation form without hesitation. He was just like his father, who was a man of dignity and honor. If I had told him the truth, he would never have accepted my kidney.

The pain, the heartache, the moments that had led me here. As I shared my story, tears began to spill from my eyes. Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and offered me a handkerchief. I took it and used it to wipe away my tears. “A kidney transplant? That’s fucking messed up,” he said, disbelief on his face. I nodded solemnly. “If you hadn’t saved me, my kidney would have been harvested and I wouldn’t be here now. Thank you.” My voice was a fragile whisper, full of gratitude.

Instinctively, I cried out for help, "T-Take me to the hospital." But her voice was utterly frigid. "You're not going anywhere. You're staying right here to give Eddie your kidney." I stared at her in disbelief, tears streaming down my face. "I only have one kidney left. If I give him this one, I'll die." "Yeah, I know." A cold emptiness washed over me. "And this is your way of making it up to me?" "I'm sorry. I can't bear to see Elliot sad. Just consider it another thing I owe you."

Why would I spend money saving someone who took my dad's life-saving kidney? Every word hit hard. Aunt Ellen broke down completely. Unable to break free from the guards, she could only curse me with the most vicious insults she could think of. Grandpa and Grandma sank to the floor, pointing at me, too furious to speak. The murmuring around us grew louder. "That guy is ruthless!" "Ruthless? This is giving them a taste of their own medicine! That family had it coming!" "Exactly! They should have thought about the consequences before taking the kidney."

I stepped out of his reach. "You think that makes it up? Do you have any idea how it feels to lose a kidney? To never have a child of my own?" "I can give it back!" His head snapped up, eyes burning with madness. "I'll give you my kidney! I'll hire the best surgeons—it'll be yours!" I stared back coolly. "What makes you think that's enough?" "I know it's not…" His voice cracked. "But that's all I have left to offer. I can't give back the womb, but the kidney—I can. Please… give me a chance, Rachel."