74 : Blood Transfusion

VERENA

My dad’s reaction is instantaneous. A guttural growl rips from his throat as he glares at Elijah. “Who the hell let you in here?” Hate burns in his eyes. He hates Elijah for everything he has done to me, and I didn’t get the time to explain anything to him. “Security! Throw him out!”

I lunge forward. “Dad, wait! He can be the donor. He’s an Alpha. O negative, remember? We need to save Ezra first.”

Dad’s face contorts, his emotions battling. He hates Elijah but also wants to save Ezra. “Fine,” he spits. “But you’ll give your blood and leave. Nothing more.” He warns.

Elijah simply nods and walks with the medical staff to run some tests to check if his blood is compatible. Since our medical technology is top-notch, the tests don’t take much time, and they confirm that Elijah can donate his blood to Ezra.

Relief floods me as they begin the transfusion process.

I stand inside the ward, keeping my back pressed against the wall. A pressure cuff on Ezra’s upper arm inflates and deflate