Still holding my hand, Leonard and I both cast a look at the doctor.
Please say you have a match not me, I whisper in my head as we both wait for the doctor to say something.
But he shakes his head “no match yet, I'm afraid Mr Sinclair. But we are doing all that we can to make sure we find the right blood match for her.”
He turns around to walk back into the ward but just when he's about to walk away, Leonard calls after him “my wife will donate blood since it's a match.” He says firmly.
I fearfully look from the doctor to him as my widened eyes become bloodshot. How can he insist I donate blood? Not having any strength in me to fight, I just stand there and watch the doctor say nothing to either of us as he observes us for a while.
I hate Leonard Sinclair and I wish him nothing
