“You can have another child later!” His patience snapped. Grabbing my wrist, he dragged me toward the ER. “But if something happens to Sophie now, I’m finished! Claire Whitmore, I’m begging you—just this once!”
I fought to break free, my wrist aching from his grip. “No! Daniel, let me go! The doctor said I can’t give blood!”
But he acted like he didn’t hear me, forcing me into the transfusion room. The nurse glanced at my heavily pregnant belly with visible hesitation. “Mr. Reed, at this stage of pregnancy, blood donation carries a very high risk—”
“I’ll take the risk! I’ll be responsible if anything happens!” Daniel cut her off, glaring at me with a sharp, almost feral look. “If you refuse, you’re as good as killing me and Sophie’s baby!”
When the cold needle pierced my skin, I trembled all over. As the blood flowed through the tubing, the baby inside me suddenly kicked violently, followed by the sharpest cramp I had ever felt.
“It hurts… Daniel, my stomach—” Sweat poured down my face. I clutched his arm, pleading, “Stop, please! My baby—”