There was some aura of shock on Tricia's staff faces. They had expected some kind of weird medical diagnostic that roped Asher into it.
"She will have to go through some kind of surgery to get rid of the disease." The doctor stared at them one and the other while the others stared at him. "But we will need the signature of someone close to her to give us a go-ahead," the doctor concluded.
Tricia's staff sighed before nodding.
"Okay!" one of them said.
"The theater is being prepared..." the doctor halted and waited for who would suggest he would sign. But none of them utter any words for a minute. "I will suggest you should sign," the doctor said as he faced Asher.
"I am no relative of her…" Asher said.
"Although, it is against the policy. I will grant you to do it just to save her life, this matter shouldn't be prolonged," there was an irregular silence as everyone kept staring at each other.
"I still can't,"
