Who is Your Choice (Genevieve and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 8

Genevieve painfully propped herself up, blood running down her temple. “I… I didn’t mean

to…”

“She did it on purpose!” Elaine cried, tears streaming down her face. “She knows you’re taking me on a date today, so…”

”

Nathaniel’s gaze turned icy. Just then, Genevieve coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood splattered onto the floor–a truly horrifying sight.

“Genny!” Nathaniel finally noticed something was wrong and rushed forward. “What’s happening? Is something wrong with your health?”

Genevieve weakly shook her head. “It’s nothing…”

Nathaniel sighed in relief, his expression turning serious. “I knew you were faking it. Tomorrow’s your kidney transplant–you really can’t control your temper?”

He glanced at his watch. “Today’s my last day as Lainey’s boyfriend. Just let me get this day over with her, and then I’m all yours.”

He helped Elaine to her feet and supported her as they walked toward the front door. Glancing back, he warned, “Don’t bother Lainey again.”

Genevieve watched them leave, then wearily closed her eyes.

She knew Elaine wouldn’t show up tomorrow.

The next day, in the corridor outside the operating room, Genevieve waited quietly in a hospital gown.

Doctors and nurses were busy with pre–op preparations, but Elaine was nowhere to be seen.

“Ms. Kershaw, has the donor not arrived yet?” The lead surgeon checked his watch anxiously. “Your condition requires immediate surgery…

”

Genevieve lay calmly on the operating table, her ECG monitor already showing signs of instability.

She picked up her phone and called Nathaniel.

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“Genny?” Nathaniel’s voice came through, layered over the background noise. “What’s wrong?”

“Where’s Elaine?” Genevieve’s voice was barely audible. “I’m on the operating table… waiting

for her…”

“Lainey… she…” Nathaniel’s voice became muffled. Then, Elaine’s cooing voice came through the line. “Nate, feed me some grapes…”

Genevieve’s heart sank further.

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“Genny, Lainey said she’s scared of the thunder and doesn’t want to have the surgery today,” Nathaniel said. “Aren’t you feeling okay? Waiting a day won’t hurt. I promise I’ll bring her

tomorrow.”

The ECG monitor blared, and doctors rushed over, panicked. “Ms. Kershaw! Your vitals are very unstable! Surgery must start immediately!”

Genevieve’s hand trembled as she held the phone, tears streaming down her face. “Nathaniel… I won’t make it until tomorrow…”

“Don’t be ridiculous. How could you not make it until tomorrow?” Nathaniel chuckled, his voice as affectionate as it had always been. “I have to go. I promise, I’ll bring Lainey

tomorrow.”

The call ended.

The harsh white light of the operating room stung Genevieve’s eyes. In a daze, she felt herself transported back to when she was fifteen.

On a summer afternoon, she collapsed from heatstroke on the school track. Nathaniel carried her on his back to the nurse’s office. His back was drenched in sweat as he comforted her with a smile, “Don’t be afraid, Genny. I’m here.”

On a rainy day when she was eighteen, he placed his school jacket over her head, letting himself get soaked. “I won’t let my beloved Genny catch a cold,” he’d smiled.

On a winter night when she was twenty, she had a fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit. He drove across the city to get medicine. Frost had formed on his eyelashes when he returned, yet he remained unfazed, gently coaxing her, “Take the medicine, okay?”

The memories came rushing back, finally freezing on that bright, sunny afternoon.

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