The Transplant (Story time)
Kosor could hear prayers offered on his behalf; untiring clappers and their earth rending chants and decrees, somewhere in the crowd Linda's sobs could still reach him somehow. A streak of stale bitterness crawled from somewhere in his chest to the tip of his tongue, the slightly nauseating taste reminded him he was still bedridden in a hospital. The pain, though a miniature of the throbbing pangs he'd known, reminded him something as serious as kidney had been changed in him, that gladdened him. He had wanted to wake up for Linda; to let her know all the loving and caring were not wasted, to let her know that staying alive on her kidney was the ultimate sacrifice she could make for their love, and he wouldn't let that fact slip from him or let death deny her the satisfaction. The unwavering faith of the prayer warrior team had humbled him too, how anyone could keep this intercession for hours on end was something he'd like learn once he got on his feet again. At fi