Elara's POV.The now familiar scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils soon as I entered the hospital room. My legs were as though they were not mine, but clumsy and feeble with the blood I had been giving them all these years.Two years. Two long years of daily, weekly, monthly, donations, of long needles and syringes, and my own body tired to death. And here I was, again walking to my husband’s side.Damien who had spent the night in the hospital after passing out two nights ago, was awake and sat up in bed. He took a glance at me as I stepped into his ward, his lips smiling a little. "Hey," he said softly.I forced a tired smile back. "Hi," I whispered. There was something odd in my voice, feeble even to myself. I gulped and inquired, "How are you doing today?“I am all right,” said he, and flicked my inquiry aside with a gesture of his hand. "How about you?"I bowed my head down to the floor and said, “well, I am weak.” My hands shook a little as I attempted to get myself straigh
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