I faced Hank's sneers, fighting the icy dread inside.I replied, "You're reading too much into it. I'm just over pneumonia and wanted to give a little something back with a blood donation."Then, I shot back, "You, with your fear of blood, why aren't you chilling in the break room instead of stirring up drama here?"Hank went sheet-white at that.In my previous life, I kept his faint-at-the-sight-of-blood secret all the way to my grave. I covered for him, saying he had trauma and could not do surgeries. I even pulled strings with my dad's old contacts to keep him in the hospital, saving his reputation.He did not have an ounce of gratitude. He teamed up with an intern and sent me to my doom.Hank was speechless, his face beet-red.I shoved past him and declared, "Two hundred milliliters, rare blood type, Rh-negative!"Before the staff could even react, there she was, Shirley."Dr. Ferguson, I get that you're mad about Hank and I, but you don't need to donate blood to win his a
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