Author's Note: This is based on a true story about my aunt. I hope you all enjoy it. And remember…Don't take your organs to heaven…heaven knows we need them here!

"Gabrielle Smith?"

"Right here."

"Come on back with me. The doctor will be with you in a minute. Oh Mrs. Smith, you should come too."

Gabby paused for a moment in confusion and then shrugged. I wonder why Dr. Phillips wants to see us both. Her mother, Elizabeth, also looked slightly confused.

"Gabby, you've been taking your medicine and all that? The doctor isn't going to scold us again is he?"

"Um I doubt it Ma. You know how sick I get if I stop taking something or miss a dose." Rolling her eyes behind her mothers back, she just shrugged off the accusation.

Sitting down in the Doctor's private office, Gabby leaned back in her chair and sighed. After a moment of stretching she looked down at her fingers. The tips were blue. Now to some this might have been alarming but to anyone who knew Gabby, it was the norm. Blue, clubbed fingers and shortness of breath were just some of her characteristics. As a baby she was simply described as a CF baby, or in other words, she was a cystic fibrosis baby. And nothing had changed. Here she was sixteen and technically dying. Of course, she'd been dying since the day she was born. Cystic Fibrosis, a fatal, genetic lung and pancreatic disease where her lungs were unable to perform certain functions, like breaking down mucus (yeah it's gross.) And because she was born with CF, she was also diabetic. So it always seemed to be one thing or another. She was kinda used to these meeting with the doctor.

"Gabby, Elizabeth, how are you doing?" The doctor said briskly as he walked in. "We need to talk." Gabby looked shocked, usually Dr. Phillips was light hearted and cheerful. But not today. "I reviewed your test results and what we're doing is not working. And I'm afraid we're running out of options. But there is one thing I think is the best option." Gabby stared at him in shock.

"What the hell do you mean, 'It isn't working!'"

"Gabby." Her mother warned quietly.

"No, it's alright. Here, look at your x-ray. See this darker area? This is a mucus plug. Means what we've been doing to keep this from forming is no longer able to work. And the problem we're running into is we've tried just about everything there is to do. But there is one thing." The doctor paused for a moment, as if trying to decide how to word what he had to say.

"What is it?" Gabby asked anxiously.

"Well…a double lung transplant." The doctor said cautiously. Gabby and her mother just stared at him.

"I thought Gabby's case wasn't serious. That's what you've been telling us all along!" Mrs. Smith said suddenly.

"Mrs. Smith, Gabby's case never was serious until now. In the past six months she has gone from ok to bad. I mean look at her. Didn't you tell me over the phone that she can't even go upstairs without having to pause and catch her breath? That is not right and you know that. I think the best option for your daughter is a transplant." The doctor paused once more, giving them both time to think. "Now I don't think it is a good idea to make a decision about it today. Talk to your father Gabby, and maybe some close friends, family or a priest. This is a big decision. I don't want you to rush the decision but I also need you to come up with an answer within a week." Gabby nodded mutely, while her mother stepped up to the plate, asking the questions Gabby couldn't find the words for.

"What are the risks involved? What would you do? Is this honestly the best idea?" Mrs. Smith asked worriedly.

"There are as many risks as benefits. Basically she could reject the lungs or her body could accept them. If she rejects them, then I'm afraid she won't make it. She could also not make it because of surgical complications, loss of blood, things like that. But without the transplant…she's not going to last long either. If she were my daughter, I'd put her on the list immediately. And yes, this is honestly the best idea and her only hope." Dr. Phillips said, his voice frank with honesty. "Why don't you talk about it and make an appointment for next Monday. That gives you a week to decide, OK?" Gabby and her mother merely nodded as they got up to leave the office.