Medical Center.
Supervised ward.
Two broad-shouldered, powerfully built men in uniform stood outside the ward, watching over the death row inmate whose hands were cuffed to the hospital bed.
"So, have you thought it over?"
The death row inmate looked at Meredith as she entered. "That child doesn't have much time left. He needs healthy organs, and I happen to be about to die. I also happen to have healthy organs suitable for him."
"We're working on it."
Remembering Adam's warning, Meredith saw the curve of his lips. No matter how she looked at it, it seemed like the smug smile of someone toying with her, and she couldn't help feeling disgusted.
"You don't have a better option than me."
The death row inmate smiled. "If you did, you would have started already. He needs me, and I like him too."
They had run into each other in the corridor before, and the two had even exchanged a few words.
"Really?"
Meredith sneered. "The way you liked that female colleague of yours? The moment you got the chance, you slit her throat?"
"Someone told you something."
The death row inmate looked at this foolish doctor, whom he had almost successfully manipulated, in surprise.
He didn't believe she had been smart enough to break free on her own.
"No one needed to tell me."
Naturally, Meredith wouldn't admit she had nearly fallen for it. She snapped, "Just think carefully about what you've done, and it's obvious.
Yesterday, you resisted the surgery and said you weren't afraid of death.
But you didn't want to be tied to an operating table like an animal.
Yet today, you want to donate your organs to save an innocent child who was slaughtered like an animal under your knife?
And for that, you're willing to become