"No, no! Don’t say that,” I shook my head violently. “My child will be fine—hale and healthy. He’s going to be okay. He has to be.”The doctor’s eyes locked on mine, teary and desperate. “We need a blood donor now. Immediately. Or we lose him.”“Take mine,” I snapped, my voice cracking. “I’m his mother. Take everything if you have to, just save him please! He's all I've got.”Before he could respond, the hospital doors burst open with a loud slam. A nurse sprinted toward us, face pale, hair falling out of her bun, eyes wild with fear.“Doctor!” she gasped. “We’re losing him! He’s crashing fast, time is slipping!”The doctor checked his watch. I watched the color drain from his face as he whispered, “We have eight minutes. Just eight.”Eight minutes?My stomach dropped. My hands went ice cold. I could barely feel my legs.“Oh God,” I breathed, grabbing his coat. “Then what are we waiting for? Test me. Take me to him! Please!”Cynthia, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, shot to
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