Two years ago
"I'm sorry, Miss Risova, your mother is already in the end-stage heart failure. We advise she undergo a heart transplant right away."
Satele's vision blurred, her mind dancing a nauseating tune. Even so, she forced out the words clogging in her throat. "Doctor, I don't have the cash right now. Is it alright if we could reserve that heart? I promise I'll have the money this week."
The eyes of the man clad in white remained neutral though skepticism painted all over his face as he said, sounding unsympathetic at all, "I'm sorry, the organ is first-come, first-serve basis. But if you know a doctor who works here, he can vouch for you. But if not, you have to undergo protocol first. I'm sorry, Miss Risova, our hospital's policy is pay first before any procedure be carried out."
