“He kept calling your name till the very end,” she said with a sigh. “Such a touching father-daughter bond. I almost cried listening to it.”
Every word landed like a knife, cutting deep into Daisie’s chest.
Her body convulsed with rage, her wound tore open, and blood began seeping through her hospital gown.
“Oh, right,” Kendra said lightly, glancing down at her with a bright, almost cheerful tone. “I almost forgot. Willard said that once you’re all healed, I might still have use for you. Maybe your cornea next? Or your heart?”
She grinned. “So make sure you stay alive, my little… walking organ bank.”
Walking organ bank…
Those three words shattered what was left of Daisie’s strength.
Blood rushed up her throat, spilling from her lips. Soon, the world tilted and darkened before her eyes.
Then, she collapsed back into unconsciousness.
Nobody knew how long Daisie had been unconscious before the pain woke her again.
A sharp, throbbing ache pulsed from the wound on her right side, as if a blunt knife were twisting deep inside her flesh.
She barely shifted before a familiar voice broke the silence—low, tight, and edged with urgency.
“You’re awake?”