When Blood Turns Into a Question
The hospital room felt smaller than before. The machines were still beeping. The air still smelled of medicine. Daniel still lay on the bed, small and pale, with a tube in his arm. But everything had changed. Gabriel stood near the window, his hands behind his back. Prisca sat close to Daniel’s bed, holding his fingers as if someone might try to take him away. They had been quiet for hours. Then the doctor returned. He did not rush in this time. He walked slowly, his face serious. He closed the door behind him before speaking. “Mr. Gabriel. Mrs. Prisca.” Gabriel turned first. “Doctor.” Prisca stood up quickly. “You found a donor?” The doctor looked at them both. “We ran the blood tests again.” Silence. Gabriel’s jaw tightened. Prisca’s grip on Daniel’s hand grew stronger. “The
- Writer
