"Dad..." Karina looked at her father. "Can you leave us?"
"Oh, of course!" Adam nodded with a smile. "You can talk. Besides, I need to call your mother..."
Karina just nodded, smiling, letting her father leave as she looked at Damian who kept staring at her.
"Sorry," she said.
"Why?" Damian asked. "I'm the one who should apologize for not knowing you were sick. I don't understand... How could you suddenly get this sick?" he continued with bewilderment.
Karina sighed, gazing up at the white and cream-toned ceiling of the room.
"I often have headaches and chest pains, but I didn't think it was a disease that could kill me," she said.
"You'll get better," Damian replied.
"I'm not sure... It's quite hard to find a donor."
"You have to believe, I'll help find... I have a friend, He's a doctor... Maybe he can find a donor for you... While waiting for the doctor here to find a donor..."
