No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Rushing to the hospital usually takes at least thirty minutes to get any results, but this time it was instant.

The doctor was visibly thrilled, "This is fantastic. We need you to give a blood transfusion to the patient right now. We're talking about at least 400cc, maybe even 600cc. Can you do it?" "Sure, I can do more if needed," I had to save Conrad, even if his injury wasn't my fault. I couldn't let him bleed out and die.

After changing into sterile clothing, I was ushered into the emergency room.

There, lying on the emergency bed, was Conrad. His face was as pale as a ghost, completely still.

The doctor had mentioned his life was hanging by a thread, and my heart raced with panic. Approaching him, I gently hooked his pinky finger, whispering, "Conrad, you've got to pull through." He needed to fight, and I needed to give him my blood.

I laid down on the adjacent emergency bed, bracing myself as the sharp needle pierced my skin, my bright red blood flowing through the clear tube into Conrad's body.

I lost track of how much blood was drawn. All I knew was that my blood kept flowing out, and my vision began to blur, a heavy drowsiness taking over.

I recognized this as a symptom of blood loss.

But I couldn't stop; Conrad needed my blood to live.

"We've drawn 600cc already," the assistant doctor informed us.

need to continue the

he could ask, I quickly said, "Keep going, I'm

out from

mustering all the strength I had

my determination that convinced them. The assistant doctor checked with the lead surgeon, "How

"At least another 200cc."

concerned, "Are you sure you can

said

resolve,

doctor reluctantly agreed, "If

breathe, you you

us immediately."

exchanged a glance, my blood continued to flow

eyelids grew heavier, and the urge to

If I did, the transfusion would stop, and Conrad wouldn't get the

my lip to stay awake, the pain keeping me