Keep her away

“For goodness’ sake, Kan. This is more than your petty fight.” I turned on him, livid that he would choose to do this now. “He is dying.”

“Why the hell do you think I would care about Tucker's life over yours? You barely got out of the hospital a few weeks ago. You are not giving anyone your blood.”

I looked at him, feeling viciously angry for the first time in two days. 

Why the hell did Kan always act like I was his child or a property he owned?

“I can give him my blood,” my father walked quickly toward us, and said calmly. “I have an O negative blood type too.”

“You cannot, dad.” I said, turning to him, “You are old.” I said, and only then realized I had just addressed him as dad. 

He smiled brightly.

“I am not so old, my girl.” He placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Come then. We do not have time,” the paramedic said, pushing Blaine’s stretcher towards the vehicle. “Please confirm that you are not on any medications that temporarily affect your ability to donate blood.”

“I am not.” My father squeezed my shoulder, and walked around me. 

“Please confirm you do not have a history of bleeding disorder, cancer, HIV, hepatitis and that you are not anemic,” The paramedic said as she pushed the stretcher up into the van from behind, and Kan was saying.

“Come in this one, honey. You have to get checked too.” as he put his hand around me to steer me away. 

“I recently tested for anemia, but I am getting treated for it.” my father said, and the paramedic turned with a hmphh, evidently frustrated. 

“I am afraid you cannot donate, sir.” And her eyes found mine. She had a silent plea and hope in her eyes that I did the right thing. 

I did not hesitate to shrug Kan off, and ran towards her.

We had wasted enough time as it was. 

I got into the back of the van and the paramedic closed both doors, and turned to me as her colleague placed my hand on a table, setting me up for a direct blood transfusion with Blaine.

“Thank you, chairwoman.” The paramedic nodded, and I returned her nod as my eyes fell back to Blaine. 

He was ashen now, his lips dry and lying still.

“Will he be fine?” I asked, looking up at the paramedic.

“We have to hope. But this blood transfusion is helping a lot. She smiled a little. “We have to check you too. Are you sure you are not hurt anywhere?” 

Her eyes fell on my white shirt that was all blooded in front, down to my pink suit pants.

I shook my head, “This is all his.” I pressed my lips together as my mind went back to our time in that car, death itching closer and closer and how much we had cried.

“We were informed you were in a car accident before this?” She asked, and I looked up blankly for a few seconds before the memory of us getting hit came back to my mind. 

It felt like it was another lifetime and I almost barely remembered the details.

“Yes. But he got hit mostly,” I said, as I thought about that accident, realizing it was planned. 

It was my car, so I knew this assassination attempt was on me, not him. 

No one would have ever guessed that Blaine would be in that car. Just as they would never have thought I would be in the driver’s seat, that is why they had smashed into the car from the other side, where I would usually be in the backseat while my chauffeur drove in front.

The paramedic nodded, and I smelled alcohol and then something burned my temple as she placed a cotton pad against it.

By the time we finally arrived at the nearest hospital from that middle of nowhere, I noticed some color beginning to come back to Blaine’s skin and when the paramedic pushed open the doors, a wheelchair was waiting outside.

“You don’t want to swoon now.” The woman smiled at me, and gestured for me to carefully sit in the wheelchair. 

I smiled sadly, thinking of my mother. She reminded me of my mother.

As the paramedics pushed us both into the hallway, I heard cars pulling outside and knew trouble had arrived. 

From what I heard, that could not just be Kan and his convoy. The Tuckers were here.

I had barely thought this when I heard Ophelia’s voice screaming as footfalls ran up behind us. 

“Why the hell are you here?” She came around and looked at me with flaming eyes, and I smirked up at her. 

She had no idea her husband would be with me at the time of the accident. If not, she would not have done that.

“Why the hell are you here?” She screamed again as we were pushed past her into the E. R, and the door closed behind us, cutting her voice off. 

The doctors hurried around for blood from the blood bank as I watched Blaine get transferred to the hospital bed. 

Some nurses finally showed up with a box that had a huge plus sign on it and I knew my work here was done. They had found blood.

A nurse disconnected the transfusion, nodding at me. 

I nodded back, finally beginning to feel lightheaded now that the adrenaline was all gone.

She walked around, and wheeled me out on the chair. 

Kan was waiting outside the door. I took his hand and squeezed, and when he looked down at me, I saw his eyes melt. 

He brought my hand up and kissed it.

“Keep her away.” Ophelia appeared again. “Keep your wife away.” 

I looked up at her and knew there that the day Ophelia took her last breath it would be by my hands. 

I will kill this woman.

It would be foolish to let this kind of thing happen again. I would definitely not survive that. 

I don’t know what happened today to save the day, but I could not let this happen again.