I knew Vilhelmina had a rare blood type. Unfortunately, the hospital blood bank reserves were not enough. It made me immediately think of Vilhelmina's father, Maximilian Kostomarov, who has the same blood type as the child. But I couldn't get through to Maximilian.
Vilhelmina's life was hanging in the balance. I could only turn the hospital floors, but the phone was always off. The people in Maximilian's department said that he didn't have an operation at this time. The hospital was too big for me to find him.
Meanwhile, my daughter had already been declared dead after failing to be rescued. I held on to my last breath and continued to look for Maximilian. I just hoped that he would come to see Vilhelmina for the last time.
But to my surprise, I heard him entwined with his female assistant, Kimberly Beadsworth, in the locker room on the thirteenth floor. My heart ached to the point of numbness. I held onto the wall to gasp for breath in small gulps.
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Finally, I sent Vilhelmina to the funeral parlor. I could never forget the way her chest cavity was sunken in and could only be filled with cotton. Her eyes closed tightly at that time.