A plane crash

“How long would he be in this state then?” I asked the doctor in charge of Jordan as we walked the hallway towards his office.

“His heart can’t hold on much longer, Mrs. Chase.” He sighed. Something sharp pierced my heart at those same words. He had been repeating them ever since Jordan got admitted and each time he says it, the pain only increased.

“I won’t lose him,” I pushed out of my throat and pushed back the tears that were threatening to fall down my cheek.

“We hope so. But we still don’t have a heart for him and I can’t say so much on this anymore,” he said with a grave tone. His words were stabbing my chest with a sharp tool and it was only confirming my fear. All the fight would be for nothing, all the things that my son had to go through, all the pain, loneliness and fear of death and even his money and love. It would all be for nothing and we would have lost the battle. My eyes became cloudy, however, I was refusing this feeling, I would not give in, I refused to lose the