The dialysis machine clicked and hummed. Nurses came and went. Days passed, weeks.
Then there was a doctor. “I’m afraid there’s still no suitable donor. The wait might take years.”
“I don’t want to die,” I said. “And I can’t live like this.”
The doctor stroked his chin. It made a rasping sound. He looked around him and lowered his voice. “Have you considered going abroad? In China you could get this done in weeks.”
“How can they do that?”
“I’ve heard they harvest the organs of executed prisoners, but no-one is sure.”
For a long time, I pondered.