CHAPTER 63 - Lost

George glanced up at the huge round clock hanging on the white wall of the hospital room. His vision was blurry as his eyes welled up with fresh tears.

He had never driven at full speed like the way he did this night. He didn't even care about driving rules and all of that.

His mother couldn't just die like that, after everything she had been through. He could not allow her to lose again to the man he should be calling 'father'.

11:15pm…

How did a simple day that was all about him attending a meeting turn into this?

He moved his gaze over to his mother as she laid on the bed, her head propped on a pillow. His left hand held tightly to her right hand and he whimpered, trying to hold back the rush of tears.

After a while, he sighed in relief as he watched the final drop of blood flow through the drip sack that was connected to a vein on his mother's wrist….

She had lost a large quantity of blood which almost put her in a critical position. Luckily, he had a similar blood type with her.