Unknown's POV
Father was in my hospital room this afternoon, getting in the way and irritating the nurses as I received the pint of blood someone donated this morning.
His eyes glittered with determination as he promised me that he had found the person that he considered my 'donor subject.' The way he spoke of this person, it was like he didn't see them as a real person, just as a tool to be used to make me better. What he refuses to understand is that what he has planned is in no way fair to that person.
I have a rare blood disorder, and treatment is difficult as I also have a rare blood type, AB-. Less than one percent of the population has AB- blood. That someone with that blood type had simply walked into the hospital and offered to donate seemed very strange to me. My gut was tel
