Jake Harold’s POV“Hold your breath. This might hurt a little.”Thin needle. Slid into my largest vein, drawing almost all the blood my heart pumped there. My hand grew paler, yet, not a single bit of pain could I feel.First, the blood collection bag was filled. The nurse who was handling my blood donation this time—again, congratulated me.It’s been almost ten years, since I became a regular blood donor for someone. And—also, it’s been ten years already, since she opened her eyes,“How nice to see you during my night shift, President Harold. Thank you so much again, for your donation.”I lifted my head, and the young doctor with thin glasses pulled a chair next to me.“Doctor Bertram,” I bowed my head, accepting his hand. “I appreciate your help last time. If it weren’t for you, she might—”“No, no. It’s my job. You don’t need to give me anything anymore, Sir. You have already done so much for this hospital.” Doctor Bertram refused my hand when I offered him an envelope. It was mone
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