You’re getting a desperately needed heart transplant. You and Johnny are waiting in the pre-op. You’re not sure why he’s there with you but he is.
“Are you nervous?” He asks.
“Yeah.” You say.
“Don’t be. You’ll pull through.” He kisses your cheek.
Suddenly you’re called into surgery. The last thing you see before you go under is Johnny’s face.
You wake up several hours later and jump out of bed. Bizarrely rejuvenated.
“Johnny! The surgery was a success!” You shout, running down the hall to waiting room and finding…..a copy of Gone With the Wind in Johnny’s place.
You pick it up and find a note in the cover.
Sorry I can’t be there for you’re recovery. I will always be in your heart forever.
You turn around to face the befuddled nurse, unsure how you escaped your IVs and anesthesia and woke up so damn fast.
“What happened to the boy I was with?” You say in disbelief.
“What,” the nurse lights a cigarette. “they didn’t tell you who donated the heart?”