Heh.
Fiona let out a soft, quiet laugh.
It was bitter, full of irony.
Not long ago, these same parents had stood in a hospital room, coldly refusing to offer her a blood transfusion, shouting at her to just die already. Now they sat here, haggard and desperate, waiting just for a sliver of hope that she might do Debbie a favor.
She stared at them, really looked-at their graying hair, the lines etched suddenly deep into their once-composed faces. The aura of grace and dignity they'd always carried was gone, replaced with panic and age.
The old hand clutching hers still held a trace of warmth, but all she felt was cold creeping up her spine.
Her fingers grazed her chest as she looked at them, her eyes empty, clouded with something that felt like rock-bottom despair.
"D
