Elijah hesitated for a moment but then took the plunge. "Alright, leave it to me."
By the book, taking on sample testing and compatibility checks on the down-low wasn't exactly kosher. But with William and Joyce pulling at his heartstrings, Elijah decided to risk it and take on the task.
"Please," Sherilyn implored with a deep, earnest look in her eyes. "Make it quick."
"Don't worry," Elijah nodded. "I'll have it rushed to the lab. They'll prioritize it, and you'll be the first to know the results."
"Thank you so much!" Sherilyn was visibly moved. "Thank you, Dr. Elijah."
Thanks to Elijah pulling some strings, Sherilyn got the results right after her performance that night.
The text from Elijah came through on her phone. It was attached with a medical report, filled with jargon she couldn't begin to decipher.
But Elijah broke it down for her in simple terms—the match wasn't suitable.
Sherilyn's eyes snapped shut, her slender fingers gripping the phone tightly.
The result was the same as before! They were Jenna's parents, her first creators, yet they couldn't give her the gift of life a second time when she needed it most.
With her eyes closed, Sherilyn took a moment to regulate her breathing, waiting for the sting of tears to subside before she opened them again.
She realized there was only one path left to take.
Fortunately, she had braced herself for this moment... ready to put all her chips on the table.
Time was critical.
The next day, Sherilyn headed to the clinic early in the morning—the same mental health clinic Joyce had recommended.
The doctor assumed she was there for a prescription.
"How much do you need?"
"No, it's not that..." Sherilyn shook her head, standing tall, her posture reflecting the tension within.
She took a deep breath. "Dr. Wilson, I'm here to seek therapy."
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