LEONA CHASE
“How long would he be in this state then?” I asked the doctor in charge of Jordan as we walked the hallway towards his office.
“His heart can’t hold out much longer, Mrs. Chase.” He sighed. Something sharp pierced my heart at those same words. He had been repeating them ever since Jordan got admitted and each time he says it, the pain only increased.
“I won’t lose him,” I pushed out of my throat and pushed back the tears that were threatening to fall down my cheek.
“We hope so. But we still don’t have a heart for him,” he said with a grave tone. His words were stabbing my chest and it was only confirming my fear. All the fight would be for nothing, all the things that my son had to go through, all the pain, loneliness and fear of death and even his money and love. It would
