None Of The Two

"There are some issues with your heart, and...the doctor says you will be needing a transplant." My heart sank the moment I heard that. How is that even possible? I went on to argue about it, I was not going to believe that.

"It's impossible. They are lying Don Dada, I am very fine and healthy. I might have not paid so much attention to my health over the years but I swear, I am very much healthy." I argued, not even realizing that I was already crying.

It was a hard reality for me to accept. How could I have a bad heart? How did that even happen?

He pulled me to himself and wrapped his big arms around me. "I promise to get you a new heart, Mio. You will be fine." He said but that did not make me feel any better.

It was just a panic disorder they said I had, how did it progress into a heart issue? Oh Jesus!

After bawling for a good while, I stopped crying. His shirt was soaked with my tears before my face on his chest the whole time. He did not let me go.

I was sitting at the edge