Nathan hale
The clinic waiting room was quieter than Alina expected. Soft music played from a corner speaker, but it didn’t drown out the sound of her own heartbeat. She sat with her hands clasped in her lap, a folder of paperwork resting on her knees — her future, in a manila envelope. She’d been here before, sitting under the same flickering light, listening to the hum of anxious air conditioning. But this time, she wasn’t meeting a doctor. She was meeting someone who’d responded to her donor request — someone who didn’t want attachments, just an arrangement. That was exactly what she wanted, too… or at least that’s what she told herself.
About Nathan hale
The clinic waiting room was quieter than Alina expected. Soft music played from a corner speaker, but it didn’t drown out the sound of her own heartbeat. She sat with her hands clasped in her lap, a folder of paperwork resting on her knees — her future, in a manila envelope. She’d been here before, sitting under the same flickering light, liste...Read more