On the surgery day—his day off—Mark wandered into your old room. Missing you, he sifted through your belongings and found a letter. His eyes widened. You had terminal cancer that you've hide for months. Not only that, you were actually the donor for Miles. He glanced at the clock—five hours until the operation. "Shit..." He grabbed his keys and called the hospital, trying to delay the operation
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