He Threw Away His Mother’s Heart
Language: en
My father’s life-or-death surgery was only an hour away. I was practically running down the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridors of the hospital when a bizarre, glitch-like hallucination flickered in my peripheral vision—a scrolling stream of glowing text, resembling a live-chat feed, bleeding into reality. [Oh god, the NPC dad’s donor heart is about to be completely ruined by the sweet little darling. Without a matching heart, the NPC dad is as good as dead.] [So what? The girl lost her mother years ago anyway. Losing her dad now just makes it a matching set.] The "NPC" they were talking…