Chapter 18:

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

John Pov.

I had a few run to do before heading to work, I could walk into the office whenever I wanted but I always saw punctuality as a necessity.

I had a few stops to do before heading to the office so I stepped on the accelerator trying to beat time.

I headed to the foundation, I didn't have a rosy childhood growing up.

My mother would do multiple jobs just so I could be all to my peers. My mother didn't have a trust fund or an emergency back up funds, all her pay could get her was a third grade thrift wear and a good education for her only son.

Countless times we would beg strangers, passerby for anything at all when all hope seemed lost.

Some were kind enough to give us a few others abd others aggressive enought to chase us full like we were not to be seen with them or even breath the same air.

Ever since I grew up and became far more fulfilled than I ever thought I would be. I took it upon myself to donate and find scholarship for struggling student, that was my way of giving back to the people.

I was close to the foundation when I saw a group of children under age four arranged on a straight line.

The teacher struggles to keep them out of the road but a few ran in different directions,”Kids” I chuckled.

It was obvious they were on a walking field trip but why would one teacher be assigned though I wandered.

The traffic light was on red, which gave me enough time to stare at the kids, the last kid in the row wasn't smiling, I looked closely again but he was out of sight, just then the light turned green, I pressed on the accelerator about to zoom off when I heard people screaming.

“I pressedthe brake at once, my heartracing.

What just happened?

I rushed down from the car, only to be met with the scene of blood gushing out from his body.

He was the kid

The last one on the line whose face was off.

But how?

How did he get here?

How did I not see him?

Fuck, this was bad.

The teacher kept on crying, holding him close while he stared at her. His face numb.

I carried him into the car, the teacher following suit, his blood all over my shirt, rushing to the hospital, the other teacher whom I had never seen surprisingly showed up guiding the rest of them back to the nursery, my heart racing that this kid doesn't turn me into a murderer.

That was never my intention.

I murmured few prayers, looking at him at intervals while rushing to the hospital.

I pulled in shouting for help the moment I entered the hospital

“Help, nurses, anybody”

“Help he's lost so much blood”. I screamed, carrying him with both hands inside the hospital, the teacher behind us calling for help.

The nurses ran towards me with a streacher and quickly wheeled him into the ward.

My mind was racing, my heart beating fast.

The nurses kept running back and forth non giving me a heads up about the situation he was in.

The teacher sat in one spot, fear written all over her, I felt deeply sorry. This could cost her, her job.

I called the office, told them I couldn't make it, I had an emergency.

Soon the doctor invited me to his office, I murmured few words of prayer hoping the child would survive it.

The teacher accompanied me, we sat down and the doctor went straight to the point.

“How did this happen?”. The doctor inquired, his face laced with concern.

“We were on a field work, he ran…he ran off”. The teacher explained crying.

“That's sad”.

“You're lucky you brought him early, it could have been worse”. I heaved a sigh of relief.

“He needs a blood transfusion, he's lost so much blood”. The doctor stated.

“Go ahead with the transfusion, I will cover the cost”. I said urging him to do what's necessary.

“That's where the problem comes in…”.

“What again?”. The teacher and I choursed in union.

“His blood type is rare, it’s presently unavailable”. The doctor stated.

“What do you mean?”.

“I said money isn't the problem”. I snapped.

“It's not about the payment, he has a rare kind of blood”. The doctor explained further, making us understand.

“Rhnull blood”. I was taken aback, fist it was the striking resemblance when I carried the kid and saw the nurses wheel him into the ward and now they had the Same blood type.

The rarest kind of blood in the universe

One in every six million people.

Hell no

This is no coincidence.

I was definitely going to dig further.

There has to be more.

The teacher continued to sob continuously, losing all hope.

“I will donate my blood”. I finally said.

“We have to get you tested to see if you're a match”. The doctor quoted.

“There would be no need for that, we are the same”

“The doctor and the teacher looked at me, shocked. I rolled up my shit, fists tight and my pain popping out.

“Take enough”. I said stretching my hand to the doctor who was still shocked. He stood up promptly.

“This way sir”. I followed suit.

The nurses took close to two paint of blood from me, I felt weak by every flow but this was my mess and I had to sort it.

As long as the boy survived.

The doctor urdherd me back to his office while the teacher stepped out to make few calls, her phone kept on buzzing continuously.

“Is he your son?”. The doctor threw

the question the moment he got back into the office.

“He’s not”. I answered, my hand pressed down the cotton wool to stop the blood.

“Youve striking resemblance, that kid could pass for your child”. The doctor added.

“I want to run a DNA on him”.