The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 93

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  • While we talked. Mike slipped out, phone already pressed to his ear.

  • No doubt calling Carol to get her butt down here ASAP.

  • “Let’s move quickly.” 1 urged. “Time is critical with organ donation, right?”

  • The team started wheeling the bed toward the door.

  • “Stop!” Mike blocked the doorway, practically dripping sweat.

  • “Dr. Anderson, what are you doing?” the coordinator asked, baffled.

  • “Mike, move. Don’t interfere with Dave’s final wish,” I snapped.

  • “He’s not… I mean, you can’t… Please, just wait,” Mike sputtered, nearly blowing the whole charade.

  • “Dr. Anderson, step aside or I’ll have to report this to the chief of surgery,” the coordinator said

  • firmly.

  • “The family hasn’t even had time to say goodbye,” Mike pleaded.

  • “Organs first, goodbyes later. There are people dying while we stand here arguing.”

  • “Get your hands off my son, you heartless witch!”

  • Carol burst through the door like a hurricane.

  • “How dare you try to carve him up before he’s even cold!”

  • “Mom, this isn’t butchery – it’s organ donation,” I explained, trying to keep my voice level.

  • “Who gave you the right?”

  • “I’m honoring Dave’s wishes.”

  • “Bullshit! My son would never agree to this. I absolutely refuse!”

  • dont Volvat Nights

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  • the transplant coordinator

  • out! Nobody’s touching my baby

  • left reluctantly, shooting me an apologetic

  • wall, finally able to breathe again

  • on that bed, thinking

  • “My poor baby…”

  • onto Dave’s body with all the drama of a

  • without you?” Then she whirled on

  • is all your fault, you gold–digging tramp! You worked him to

  • with her

  • I saw red.

  • was Carol who’d rushed

  • on the

  • who killed

  • dare you! I would never hurt my son!”

  • do you think he was always hustling for more money? Because his mommy dearest has a gambling addiction and keeps maxing out credit cards

  • a couple hundred

  • hundred grand? Jesus Christ,

  • median income

  • that kind of money

  • let’s not forget your little ‘accident last month that cost us twenty grand in medical bills, Don’t think I don’t

  • weren’t ‘rear ended at the mall. You got caught fooling

  • lie!” Carol’s face turned

  • saw your ER report,”

  • whole club is talking about how you’ve been working your way through the married men’s

  • you’re that lonely, join Match.com like a normal person instead of breaking

  • mouth!” Carol lunged for

  • into the crash

  • on her, helping the

  • hovered anxiously nearby.

  • We need a nurse in

  • team swarmed in, I grabbed Dave’s personal effects bag

  • funeral home van

  • hundred bucks to take

  • calls started

  • “decline” on

  • the van, it was just me and Dave.

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