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NOT MUCH LATER, the door opened again and the medico came in. She shut it carefully and set a tray on the table next to the bed. On it stood a bottle with syrupy, dark red fluid.
“I have really good news. You won’t believe this, but they’ve found a donor.”
“I heard something about that. Who is he?”
“I don’t know his name. He’s Tamerian. We’d never tested one before at the lab, and they’re perfect donors for just about anyone.”
Perfect so as to be completely interchangeable with any other individual. One could keep a bunch of Tamerians purely for backup organs. The thought made me ill.
She took one of my drips off, undid a connector and clipped on another.
“He hasn’t left yet, has he?”
“Excuse me?”
“The Tamerian. Has he left the hospital?”
“No, he’s having some food in the obse
