~Sophia
The reception area was colder than I expected, and the harsh fluorescent lights only made everything feel more sterile. I rubbed my hands together, trying to calm my nerves, but the waiting was unbearable. Every second stretched longer than the last as I stared at the double doors Nathaniel had walked through.
I sank into one of the plastic chairs, my mind replaying the last hour. When Nathaniel had offered to donate his blood for Lily, I felt a mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and something I couldn’t quite name. I pressed my palms to my cheeks, feeling the heat rise again.
Why was he doing this for me?
Or rather, for Lily?
The sliding doors opened, pulling my attention, and Martha strode in, carrying a plastic bag. Her face was pale, her brown hair pulled into a m
