Finn scratched his head, snapping impatiently, “Is this really the time to be asking questions? You keep saying we were in love for
six years. Isn’t it normal that in a crisis, I’d instinctively remember your blood type?”
But I had just had an abortion. I was still spotting. How could I possibly donate blood? And even if I could, why should I help him
clean up his mess?
“I just had a miscarriage,” I said flatly. “I can’t donate. Find someone else.”
Finn’s face twisted in anger. “Elvira, you claim to love me, but when I ask you for a little blood, you refuse? You’d even lie about a
miscarriage!”
“I can’t believe you’d just let someone die! No wonder I can’t remember ever loving you!”
He was right about one thing: if he had truly loved me, he wouldn’t be faking amnesia to cheat on me. He would have seen how pale my face still was. He certainly wouldn’t be forcing me to donate blood for his mistress.
A monitor nearby started screaming. The ER doctor, wasting no more time, signaled for the gurney to be rushed to the OR.
Finn tried to drag me to the blood bank, but I dug in my heels. Enraged, he swept me off my feet and threw me over his shoulder.
“Elvira, willing or not, I’ll owe you for this. Fine! I’ll marry you on the original date!”
All the fight drained out of me. He had once risked his life to save mine. I would consider this debt repaid.
As I watched my dark red blood flow into the bag, my heart turned to ice, drop by drop.
As soon as the bag was full, Finn sprinted off with the nurse towards the operating room.
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To his retreating back, I whispered, “Finn Sullivan, we’re even.”
I walked out of the donation room, a a wave of dizziness hitting me. My vision went black, and I collapsed.
When I woke up, the doctor looked like he wanted to scold me, but it melted into a heavy sigh. “Take care of yourself. With your
condition, you can’t donate blood again for at least six months.”
I smiled and agreed.
As the doctor left, I overheard a young nurse whispering to him. “Sir, why didn’t you tell her we couldn’t reach her emergency conta-
ct? What if she misunderstands…?”
“She won’t. That girl sees everything clearly. It’s a shame she fell for the wrong man.”
I picked up my phone. The doctor had called Finn over a dozen times on my behalf. Not a single call was answered. Instead, he had
texted me a furious message.
[Elvira, can you stop being so dramatic? Know your place!]
In that moment, I was relieved he hadn’t answered. I couldn’t imagine the vicious things he would have said to humiliate me.
I didn’t reply. I lay in bed for a full day before I had the strength to walk.
The sun was shining outside. I went to the hospital’s rooftop garden to get some air and unexpectedly ran into Finn’s friends. They
were all carrying elaborate fruit baskets and bouquets of flowers.
I thought they were there for me and instinctively turned to leave. But they surrounded me, eyeing my hospital gown with amuse-
ment.
