CHAPTER 16

BETTY’S POV

Slowly opening my eyes. My head ached. I turned and saw Drake by my side. He seemed happy that I was awake. I looked around as I tried to remember where I was.

Tears flowed down my face as I remembered Margaret's call, the hospital, my son. Maxwell!

“Max! Max! Where is Max?” I asked as I attempted to remove the drip from my hand.

“His is fine. He’s resting now.” Drake said.

I didn’t stop crying. The last thing I remembered was Drake telling me that Max would not make it out alive if he didn’t get an immediate blood transfusion.

Maxwell had a rare blood type, and it would be very hard to just get his blood anywhere. I would have to tell Ace about it, but I didn’t want to.

I listened as Margaret narrated how the incident happened. He had just returned from school and went out to play as usual while she trailed behind him, picking berries. She suddenly heard his scream and ran to him, only to see him severely wounded. He slipped down a hill and injured himself. The cut was de