Nancy’s POV“Your son’s blood type is AB negative, one of the rarest we’ve seen. We don’t have any in stock right now, and the nearest hospital with a compatible supply said it might take three days to transport.”The smell of antiseptic burned Nancy’s nose as the hum of machines filled the room. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling, and her palms were still sticky with her son’s blood. Two hours ago, she was baking cookies for Liam. Two hours ago, life had been ordinary. Now, her son’s life was dangling by a thread.She had turned her back for all but two seconds. That was all it took for Liam to go outside without supervision and get hit by a car. It was a hit and run and Nancy couldn’t stop wondering what kind of person could do that to a child.The doctor’s lips were moving, but the words barely registered. Nancy’s heart stopped. Three days?She blinked hard, trying to process. Her eyes were blurry from the tears she had shed and was still shedding. “He can’t wait that long, can he?”
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