They grabbed me, threw a blanket over my shoulders, and dragged me outside like trash. I screamed. I fought. My body was too weak. Rain started pouring. Everything was loud, cold, humiliating.
One of them leaned close. “Boss says you sleep outside tonight. Punishment for hurting Miss Miya.”
I banged on the door. “Please. I’m sick. I need my meds. Please.”
They shoved me again. One of them laughed.
Rain soaked me. I started shaking.
My phone rang.
Fredrinn.
I answered with numb fingers.
“Listen,” he said flatly. “Your transplant was scheduled for tomorrow. After what you did, Miya’s too traumatized. She won’t go through with it. Think about your actions.”
The call ended.
Rain mixed with my tears. I curled up on the cold ground, hugging my phone like it was the only thing keeping me alive.
With shaking hands, I dialed the number my mother left.
The line clicked.
“Hello?” her sleepy voice answered.
“M-mom,” I whispered into the rain, teeth chattering. “P-please come get me. I’ll go with you. I’ll go anywhere. Just get me out of here.”