With My Son Near Death, I Choose Divorce
Washing Wheat
My seven-year-old son, Matthew Hayes, needs an Rh-negative blood transfusion very badly because he's gotten roped into a car accident.
I roll up my sleeve immediately. "Take my blood, doctor! I have Rh-negative blood!"
But my husband, Samuel Hayes, grabs my hand tightly.
"Hold on, let me call another person! She also has Rh-negative blood!"
I throw the divorce agreement at his face instead. "If she wants to donate her blood, she can go ahead and do that right after you sign this divorce agreement!"
Samuel clutches the agreement angrily.
"Have you gone nuts, Naomi Hart? Our son is waiting to be saved right now, and yet you're bringing up divorce at this time?"
I gaze at him coldly. "That's right."
My mother-in-law, Evelyn Shaw, rushes over and slaps me at that moment.
"You vile woman! Samuel is worried about your physique, and yet you still kick up a fuss over this matter!"
I don't bother dodging the slap. Then, I walk over to the doorway of the operating theater before announcing, "Doctor, stop all of your surgical preparations! As the patient's family, I refuse to donate my blood, and I refuse to let my son undergo the surgery!"
Both Samuel and Evelyn are stunned by my declaration.
Samuel points at me and yells in a quivering tone, "Back then, you almost died in the hospital just to secure Matthew's life! Are you trying to kill him now, Naomi?"
I just look at Samuel emotionlessly. Heck, I can't be bothered to even show an expression right now.
"I never forgot about those times. But that was in the past. Now, I don't want Matthew anymore."