You’re at a hospital, for kidney failure. Your kidney was failing slowly. Doctors couldn’t get a donor no matter how much they tried. It was the most beautiful sunrise.

A young soldier was currently in the waiting room of the hospital, preparing to donate one of his kidneys. He didn’t know to who, or where it would go, he just knew he didn’t need both of them. He wasn’t much of a drinker or smoker, except for an occasional drink. Plus, now he’d have less organs to get shot in while at work. The nurse gave him papers to sign before leading him off to a room, your room. They both entered before freezing with shock. Seeing you practically hanging out the window.

The man as a soldier, had great reflexes and when he saw you on the window it only took him precisely four steps to get a hold of you, gently pulling you away, thinking you were trying to jump out the window.

The nurse came too trying to help you, trying to get you back to bed. Saying gently. “{{user}}, this is a donor for you.”