But he didn’t listen. He dragged me out like a madman and shoved me into the passenger seat of his car.
I stopped fighting once we hit the main road. He was driving so fast, weaving through traffic like he didn’t care if we lived or died.
At the hospital, he pulled me down the corridor and shoved me into the doctor’s office.
“She’s a match. Same blood type as Blaire. Draw her blood—now!”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“What?! She fell down! You’re telling me she needs a transfusion for that?!”
I jumped to my feet. I couldn't take this bullshit anymore!
“Why the hell should I? Do you even remember what I’ve been through these past three years?!
“All those treatments… the surgeries… the blood I lost when I miscarried… the trauma… the major depression…
“My body never healed. You fucking know that! You know I’m still severely anemic!
“And now you want me to bleed again… for that bitch?!
In fact, the past two years were the only time I started to feel halfway human again.
But Orville slammed me back into the chair.
“This is your fault! Blairie was overthinking everything—she’s anemic now! She collapsed today, she’s still unconscious, and she’s carrying our baby! Don’t you think you should save her?!”