We arrived at the hospital like madmen. Lucas, who usually always walked slowly and arrogantly with his cane, was running tonight, discarding whatever remaining dignity he had just to stride into the hospital corridors.
The doctor and medical team, who had been on standby, immediately rushed Lucas to the emergency laboratory after I forcefully explained the situation. A lightning-fast screening process was conducted, and the moment the Rh-null blood type match was confirmed, the direct blood transfusion procedure commenced under strict supervision.
I stood behind the glass partition, staring at the sight inside the treatment room, my chest tightening with a suffocating weight.
There, on the gurney, Emelia lay rigid with various medical wires attached to her body. Her face, usually flush
