My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
The true reality

"Where are the baby's parents?" ask the doctor.

Sera who was sitting next to Cloey immediately stood up. "I doc."

"Looky ma'am. Mother's daughter's condition is critical. He had congenital heart disease and had to get a heart transplant as soon as possible" the doctor explained.

Sera gasped at what she had just heard. He sat down and stared blankly at the floor. She covered her face with both hands and cried again.

"How's this. Hix... Hix... Where can I get a donor at this short time," Sera said in her sobs.

It crossed Cloey's mind when he saw this woman next to him would have the same fate as him. No. gabe. Cloey wouldn't let one more baby lose its life that night. With a crazy mind, Cloey advised the doctor to take the heart of her recently deceased daughter. She was shocked at the sacrifice of a mother she had just met a few minutes ago.

Eight hours have passed. The doctor has not yet come out of the operating room. There was no conversation between them. Only Cloey who was alone was pacing around like an iron while biting her fingernails. At first, her husband did not approve of the donation. He could not bear to see their daughter different even after her death. But his wife insisted on convincing her husband to agree to this decision. Because, this is the only way to keep their daughter's heartbeat alive even in someone else's body. With a heavy heart Derek agreed to his wife's crazy decision.

It was unexpected that their daughter's heart met all of the donor's requirements for the recipient's baby. Perhaps this was already a predetermined destiny for their little family. The doctor eventually came out of the operating room. Cloey immediately asked the doctor with concern enveloping her entire body. Not much different from Derek and the baby's mother.

"Calm mom. The operation was successful. It's just that there were some obstacles. The baby's body is experiencing rejection of its new heart. But all that has passed. Now his new heart is working normally. We'll see enough of his development later. Excuse me first" the doctor explained, then left.

Happiness emanated from the three of them. Derek hugged his crying wife. Sera blocked her tears when she learned that her daughter could still survive thanks to the sacrifice of this married couple. They willingly give their daughter's heart to a baby they don't know. The angels came unexpectedly.

"I'm really very grateful to Mr & Mrs. Morgens. I don't know how to repay your kindness" Sera said in tears. "If you'd like to stop by our orphanage. We will definitely welcome you as best we can."

"wait. What do you mean that baby is one of your foster kids?" ask Cloey.

"Yes. I found it on the doorstep of the orphanage three months ago."

Cloey looked at her husband with a nod. It seems that her husband knows the heart of his beloved wife.

"We would be very happy to receive that visit."

A few weeks passed. By now Keyla had become the adopted daughter of the Morgen family. Derek donated a little money to the orphanage. This is very exciting news for all. But there's a bit of weirdness going on with Keyla's body. Keyla's hair slowly turned red with a bright red line on the right side. Not only that, the color of Keyla's eyes that had been slightly greenish now turned bright blue.

This strange thing has been asked by doctors. But no one knows the cause. The doctor only concluded it may be because of his new heart that affects the color pigments in his hair and eyes. According to the results of the examination of hair and eye color changes are not harmful at all to Keyla's body, Mala Keyla looks very good. His body did not do any more rejection to his new heart.

...Back to now...

...First person point of view...

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"Color your resemblance to our biological daughter. Mom and Dad agreed to change your name to Sherina Morgen. But who our daughter's heart is not only affects the color pigments on your body, it also lowers our talent. I realized it when you were three. At that time Liz tried to greet you and unexpectedly you responded to Liz's greeting, "the story of father and mother at length.

"It turns out so."

I tried to stay upright with my own eyes that started to blur. My legs can't stand my weight anymore. The pain in my left chest felt sharp. My body's endurance has reached its limit. My vision slowly disappeared.

I opened my eyes slowly. The white room greeted me so strangely. I glanced to the right and to the left and realized that I was lying in a hospital bed. I tried to sit down when I heard the noise from outside that woke me up. From behind the glass door I saw my parents talking to a doctor. I tried to sharpen my sense of hearing so I could know what they were talking about.

"How is my daughter Mr. Guttman?" ask mother.

"For now his condition is good. But that was somehow his heart suddenly experienced rejection in your daughter's body. Fear if this is left will cause heart failure and result in death," explained the doctor.

"Then we have to how? I don't want to lose my daughter again. Please do something to save her," moaned the mother who began to cry.

"The only way is to perform surgery."

"What?! there really is no other way Mr. Guttman?" ask mom to flinch.

"Sorry Mrs. Morgen this is the only way."

"What are you waiting for then? Do so. If it can save my daughter's life. I'm willing to sacrifice anything for her safety" said Father, who made me shed tears.

"For now it cannot. I've told you that I'm out of stock of blood suitable for your daughter" Mr. Guttman put both his hands into his long white coat pocket.

"How's this? Can't we just shut up and wait?" lyrics mom to dad.

"I'm going to find the right donor. You don't have to worry. Our daughter will be fine," comfort mom.

"The hospital will tell you that in the blood bank there is a blood supply that matches your daughter's blood type. I suggest that your daughter not be too tired, eat regularly, get enough rest and if there are complaints please take her to the hospital immediately."

"Good Mr. Guttmans."

"Hiks... Hix... My poor daughter," mother opened the door and stepped in with tears on her cheeks. I turned my face when we met.

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