No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

After the transfusion went overboard, I was plunged into a deep sleep, the kind that felt like being sucked into a black hole-no way out and no sense of time.

And the dreams, they were relentless. Voices hovered around, whispering warnings and reprimands that felt all too real.

"Licia, be careful, will ya? You can't just go around getting hurt. We can't always be there to patch you up."

"Felicia, losing that much blood...are you out of your mind?"

"You nincompoop, why on earth did you let them do a transfusion?"

"Felicia, help me, I'm so cold..."

The voices were a chaotic mix-my parents', Ernest's, and Conrad's.

I tried to speak, to scream, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate, not until the dream's spotlight landed on Conrad. He was riddled with wounds, bleeding out like a broken faucet.

I panicked. Conrad, with his rare blood type, wasn't supposed to bleed like this.

"Conrad, Conrad," I called out, my hands a frantic mess trying to stem the flow of blood.

But it was no use. The blood slipped through my fingers like water...

Fear gripped me, and all I could do was keep calling his name, "Conrad, Conrad..."

up..." A voice, urgent and filled with concern, pulled me from the nightmare. My

face etched with worry, holding my hands tightly

he asked

my hands away, and Dustin let go. I struggled to speak, my voice raw as if I'd swallowed glass, "How did you

got into such trouble,

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dream's vivid imagery. knew it was just a

my throat, I asked,

a while ago, came to see you a few times. Told me to make sure you're okay," Dustin explained, catching me

I

towards the window. The daylight

been

but I knew

passed.

"Three days and nights."

shocked, "That

been here three days. Scared us half to death," Dustin said,

the room, trying to get a

quickly helped me,