Light Fades on a Lost Love
I'm in the middle of my pediatric shift when an emergency call comes in.
A three-year-old boy arrives, hemorrhaging and unconscious from a car crash, but there is no matching blood type in the bank.
Then, it hits me that my husband, Ethan Stone, has the same blood type, so I ask him to donate blood right away.
When he arrives and stands frozen to the spot, I can no longer hold back my rage. "What are you waiting for? Saving his life is the priority here!"
That's when the boy's mother sprints over and screams, "No! Close family can't donate! He's the boy's father!"