The Remorseful Brothers Novel

ANASTASIA

My face was smeared with my tears as I shook Amie to wake u hugged her to my chest and simply cried. I was confused and had no idea what to do. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

While I sobbed, Dennis rushed into the room.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He hurried to my side and immediately his gaze fell on Amie and he understood. He instantly knew what he had to do. He efficiently took Amie from my shaky arms and grabbed his car keys. As he carried her to the car, I followed behind, still crying and calling onto her,

As he drove us to the hospital, his attention was half on me. “It’s okay, Ana,” he squeezed my hands, his gaze fixed on Amie that I held in my arm. “She’d be fine.”

The moment we reached the hospital, a stretcher was brought out and Amie was rushed into a ward. We were stopped from going in with her.

I cried into Dennis‘ shirt as we both waited for the doctor or one of the nurses to come update us on her health.

A while later, one of the nurses walked up to us. “The doctor has sent for you,” she said with a smile.

“How’s she? How’s my Amie?”

“She’s fine now,” the nurse said before she walked away.

Dennis held my trembling hand as we both walked to the doctors office. In the office, he pulled the seat back for me and made sure I was seated before he took his own seat.

“How is Amie, doctor. asked the doctor, my heart beating in my chest

at a fast pace. It felt like it was that night of the party when Clara and I thought Amie had fever all over again. I just hoped that the doctor would not drop another devastating news on me like the last time.

The doctor greeted us with his professional smile, “She has been stabilized so she’s now fine.”

I closed my eyes as I heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

But my relief was short–lived when the doctor added, his brows now. creasing in worry. “But I’m afraid she’s still in a critical condition…”

“What do you mean she’s in a critical condition?” My voice quivered as I interrupted the doctor. I felt Dennis’s arm wrap around my shoulder. ” You said she has been stabilized: What’s wrong with her?”

“Amie lost consciousness because, even though she has been responding to treatment, there was a relapse in the leukemia.” “Why?” I whispered.

He sighed deeply, “When it comes to chronic leukemia, there are various factors that could lead to a relapse. It could be that the current treatments are not as effective as we had hoped, just like in Amie’s case. In this case, the disease will progress despite our efforts. When this happens, we always consider different treatment options, but sometimes the leukemia can come back even after initial treatment. In such situations, we may need to opt for more intensive treatments like a bone marrow transplant.”

As the doctor talked, I wondered why Amie had to go through all of these? She just wanted to paint and school. Why did life have to deal her these cards?

“While increasing her chemotherapy doses is an option, it could be risky in the long term and m not provide a permanent solution. Ultimately, a bone marrow transpl would still be necessary for her best chance at recovery.”

My brows furrowed, “A bone marrow transplant? What does that even mean?”

“Since Leukemia is a cancer that affects the blood and bone marrow. It impacts the bone marrow’s ability to produce healthy blood cells. A bone marrow transplant is a procedure where healthy bone marrow is transplanted into the patient to help their body produce normal blood cells. It’s basically a way to replace damaged or diseased bone marrow with healthy stem cells.” Then he asked, “Does Amie have any biological siblings?”

I shook my head just as Dennis and I said at the same time, “No.”

Then I followed up with another question, “Can the parents donate? Can I be the donor for the transplant?”

“Are you her biological parents?” The doctor asked, glancing between Dennis and I.