11. 33%
If there was one thing that Adrian Andrews truly hated, it was statistics. All they ever did was cause people grief, and today was no different.
"33%" she thought as she lay in her hospital bed. "There's only a 33% chance of finding a matching organ before I…"
Adrian choked up at what the Doctor had said.
Adrian would be the first to admit that, ever since Celeste died, she had taken up drinking more and more. But she had never figured that, not five years later, it would result in complete liver failure.
Adrian shuddered as she thought of what would happen if a match wasn't found. And then, the voice of an angel sounded through the door.
"Over consumption of alcohol is dangerous Dummkopf!"
Adrian turned her head and saw Franziska, dressed in a hospital gown. Franziska smiled. "I guess it's a good thing we share a blood type!"
