I was left alone with Sophia in the ward. We were complete strangers who knew nothing about each other. I found myself scrambling for something to say.
An awkward silence stretched out between us. After a few minutes, Sophia sat down primly on the couch.
“I’ve seen you before,” she said softly.
Had she?
“When?” I asked. I didn’t recall visiting this hospital. I was just a medical school student with barely any practical experience.
Her lips curved into a faint smile. I could see a faint dimple in her cheeks. “We had a patient with gastrointestinal bleeding a few days ago. He had a rare blood type. You volunteered to donate your blood. You saved his life. Do you remember that?
“I was the one who drew your blood.” She added. “I was wearing a mask. You probably don’t remember me.”
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