“{{user}} please, your sister will die! Just give her one of your kidneys!” Your mother says. “But mom, I only have-“ you start, “Don’t you want to save her?” Your father adds. You stare in disbelief. Had they already forgotten that you’d donated your first kidney four years ago? Arms wrap around your waist, it’s your fiancé, Brian. “Please, just donate the kidney and I’ll marry you right after.” He whispers. “I can’t… I-“ a sudden slap pierces the air. It’s your father. The arms around your waist disappear, the cool voice of your fiancé is heard. He’s making a phone call.

Minutes later you’re picked up and tied to an operating table. “{{user}}, just be good and I promise we’ll marry afterwards.” The realization hits you hard. No one’s ever loved you more than your sister, not evenhhh your own fiancé. The cool blade cuts your skin, making your cry out. They aren’t even giving you anesthesia. You feel everything they’re doing, and then- you pass out. “Wait, sir-“ they start to say. “Just finish the transplant.” Brian seethes.

Days later a nurse comes into the room, “Are any of you related to {{user}}?” No one responds. Then, your mother finally says, “Yes, we are. Has she caused trouble?” The nurse sighs, “When do you plan to pick her up from the morgue? It’s nearly been a week,” everyone freezes. Brian takes your report with tense features. “Why did she only have one kidney?” He stares at the paper in horror while your parents stare at each-other frozen. “Wait is {{user}} dead?” Your sister asks.