This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Tim had his hands in the pockets of his white coat as he commented, “According to the cardiology department, the heart will last you another three years, give or take.”

“Three years...” Toby clenched his fists in aggravation. How did my lifespan shorten by so much in such little time? It’s supposed to last as long as the average person’s heart.

“Yes, three years. So, if you want to keep on living after that, you’re going to have to search for a suitable heart within these three years for your transplant,” Tim affirmed as he signed with three fingers.

When he heard this, Tom’s eyes reddened. “How do you suggest we do that? President Fuller’s body and blood type are as rare as they are specific. It could take ages before we look for another heart that is compatible with the rest of his organs! If it’s such a walk in the park, then it wouldn’t have taken twenty-four years for him to locate a heart in the first place. So, don’t tell me that he can find the perfect donor in three years because it’s just nonsense!”

“Then, my hands are as tied as yours. If the right donor doesn’t come along in the next three years, Toby’s heart will wither out and he can do nothing else but wait for death to knock on his door,” Tim pointed out nonchalantly, putting his hands out like he was leaving all up to fate.

Upon seeing this, Tom grew incensed and demanded, “What the hell are you even saying? Aren’t you a doctor? How can you talk about a patient’s imminent death so casually?”

“And what would you rather hear me say?” Tim impassively gazed at the assistant. “I’m a doctor, not a walking organ procurement organization. No doctor can perform a miracle on him without first obtaining a compatible heart for the transplant, so whatever I said were only matters of fact.”

“You—”

“That’s enough!” Toby massaged the space between his brows and grimly said, “Back off, Tom. He’s right; no one can save me if we don’t get a compatible heart donor in the next three years. Death really is imminent.”

“I know, but I just don’t like how he put it,” Tom snapped as he glowered at Tim angrily.

Tim slid his glasses up his nose bridge as he pointed out flatly, “If you don’t like the way I have described it or if you find that I was way too brusque with my words, go and help your boss to find the perfect heart donor instead of hovering here picking arguments with me. Every day for the next three years is a day he spends fighting for his life, and for what it’s worth, that might be all the living he gets to do before his heart collapses. Maybe you guys would get lucky in the end, and the perfect heart would come along to save your boss from the brink of death. That’s all I have to say. Goodbye for now.”

With that, he turned to leave.

However, Toby called out to stop him in his tracks, “Hey, wait a minute.”

he could walk out the door

know about this. If

so it’s a given that I’ll remain reticent about your condition. Besides, it’s not as if I’m dying to spread the

scoffed at this. The only reason why you didn’t say anything to Sonia was because I stopped you, he thought

stiffened at this. He couldn’t hide how flustered he was

jerked his chin in Tom’s direction and added pointedly as he walked

gone, Toby and Tom

Toby, Tom had no choice but to elaborate, “Sonia’s fine. She’s dandy. I mean, how could she not be

tones, Toby frowned and asked unhappily,

have something against her. You’ve been injured way too many times because of her. I won’t talk about

you’re speaking up for my own good, but I swear I won’t forgive you the next time you decide

the size of saucers as he gaped at Toby incredulously.

Toby explained somberly. “I was the one who voluntarily jumped off the cliff to save her, so your rage toward her is obviously unjustified. You usually have more

mouth like a fish. He snapped out of his daze a moment

now and I don’t want you bringing it up again or grumbling about Sonia either, am

Tom nodded despite his

vein near Toby’s temple throbbed to signal his weariness

fine and probably at Paradigm Co. right now,” Tom

brief hum, Toby noted, “As long as she’s fine. Remember, she can’t learn about my heart

on his own will, but if Sonia found out about it, she would blame herself and think that she

That much was true. He had no intention of telling Sonia about Toby’s injuries, not because he was worried that she would blame herself, but more along the lines of worrying

the extent of his injuries and calmly accepted his substantially shortened

why Tom was keeping this a secret from her. He