[randy]
I winced as the needle penetrated in my vein.
The nurse are extracting blood from me.
They needed three bags of blood for Thorne.
I don’t know if I have that much but I’m willing to try.
Even if it means costing my own life.
Beside me was Tyrone, carrying Randorne.
They looked at me with worried eyes.
I gave them a reassuring smile. Telling them that everything will be just fine.
“Mom,” Randorne called softly.
I weakly chuckled. “It’s alright baby.”
Thirty minutes passed, I could feel my head spinning.
But I remained projecting that I’m fine.
Damn. I must be anemic.
Or I was just afraid?
I looked down. And saw the plastic styrofoam with two bags of blood.
While the third one is nearly full.
My eyelids went heavy. Perhaps, a nap would be fine.
And ri
