Blood and Aurora
My fingers tightened slowly as I asked, “I just need a box of cold medicine, the kind that reduces fever.”
The nurse looked at me but didn’t move. Instead, she asked, “Basic paracetamol is one dollar. Cash or card?”
One dollar? I couldn’t even come up with one dollar. All I had left on me was the 41 cents Cole hadn’t spent.
The nurse waited quietly for a few seconds, her eyes sweeping over my miserable state. It seemed like she understood something.
She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.”
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