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Tristan's POV

I was surprised when I heard what the doctor said. Clara needed blood and her blood type is rare. Only Alyssa had her type of blood and she has been helping by giving Clara some of her blood anytime I asked for it, even though it was always forcefully.

Now, I have been left in a dilemma, Clara needed blood and I can't call Alyssa for help anymore. I was still thinking of what to do when I heard Clara's scream from her ward.

And that was it; I subconsciously took out my phone and dialed Alyssa's number. Inwardly, I was wishing she wouldn't pick up but she did at the second ring.

"How may I help you?" She asked immediately she picked up the call. Her voice was cold and laced with hatred.

My heart tinged at that, I wondered if she could ever truly love me again. What! Did I just hope for her love? What is wrong with me?

I was still lost in my thoughts when her cold, yet sweet voice jerked me out.

"Do you want to talk or should....,"

"Clara is sick," I hurriedl