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Savannah
August 3, 2012
I stepped out of the hospital room. My stomach felt wobbly as I returned to the lobby.
“You’re all set,” the man at reception said to me.
“Thanks,” I said, taking another sip of the juice box the nurse had given me when I’d had my blood drawn.
Ash waited for me in the lobby with his head buried in his phone. He’d told me on the way over that he was reading the recently released thriller, Gone Girl. His head popped up when I walked out, and his frown deepened.
“Are you okay?”
I shrugged. “Apparently, my blood pressure was low. I did too much research before we got here and freaked myself out. Plus, blood.”
“That sounds like you.”
“They said I should hear in a few days if I’m a match, and then if I am, I can come back in for more tests.”
“To check your k
