Skyler’s POV
As I stand in my hall, my mind races with thoughts of the training session I am about to experience. I envision the intense physical exertion, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and the satisfaction of pushing my limits. The microwave beeps, signaling that the blood bag is now heated to the perfect temperature. Speedily, I seize the bag and move towards the door, my heart racing with excitement.
Fidgeting as I slip on my shoes, I eagerly wait inside the car, the engine humming softly. The leather seats create a cool touch against my skin, a noticeable difference from the heat intensifying inside me. The anticipation is almost unbearable as I anxiously await my dad’s arrival.
Just as my dad enters the car, I glimpse movement out of the corner of my eye. Shifting my
