I Refused To Be Her Organ Donor

Summary

When the national training camp roster was announced, my father took me straight to the nephrology ward. Skylar sat in a wheelchair, pale. Brenda, the woman I'd called Mom for over a decade, slid a medical report across the desk. "You and Skylar are an initial match. You're an athlete, you're strong. You can live fine with one kidney. Save your sister first."

Tyler stood by the door, holding my driver's license. "There will be other competitions, Brooke. She can't wait." I stared at them and laughed bitterly. My ten years of training meant nothing to them but a box of spare parts for Skylar.