No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

We were rescued.

The driver who picked me up to visit Jefferson at the detention facility was among those who saved us. I knew he was one of Ernest's guys.

The car was a wreck; it took breaking it apart to pull Conrad and the driver out. And they even found our phones.

"Hey, this one's still on a call," he handed me the phone.

But it wasn't mine; it was Conrad's. I had used it to call Ernest earlier. Could it be he never hung up?

Taking the phone in a daze, I looked down just as the call ended-67 minutes and 12 seconds.

Ernest had been on the line the whole time. Did he hear everything Conrad and I said?

Not that Conrad and I said much of anything worth eavesdropping on.

Before I could ponder any further, I was whisked away in an ambulance to the hospital for a barrage of tests.

I got off with minor scrapes, but Conrad and the driver were in bad shape-Conrad with hemorrhagic shock, the driver concussed and unconscious.

Out of the three of us, I was the least injured.

had shielded me

family or next of kin for Conrad Wagner here?" a doctor

one from the Wagner family around. I had to step up. "I'm his family.

has a rare RhD negative blood type. Our hospital doesn't have

shock, both at the doctor's grim prognosis and Conrad's

family? What's your blood type? Does anyone else in your family

hard, unable to

ears, "Licia, promise us you'll be careful. Don't

like Conrad's, was RhD negative-rarer than the so-called 'panda blood

a transfusion, finding a match would be

to heart, despite knowing Conrad

a mistake? He told me his blood type was AB," I interjected,

conducted blood tests.

how could there

had lied, perhaps

at the realization. Against all odds, in a world so

critical condition

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