Just as a nurse walked out and said, "Doctor Winters is suffering from severe blood loss and needs a transfusion. We're gathering all A blood type donors in the hospital to prepare for donation."
"I'm A blood type, take mine!"
At that moment, I was immensely grateful that my blood type matched Seraphina's.
If anything happened to her, I would never forgive myself.
It was all because of me that she got involved in this mess.
After I insisted on donating 400cc of blood, Seraphina finally made it out of danger.
She was moved to a regular ward to rest.
I waited by her bedside for her to wake up.
I also received a call from 911.
They asked me to come to the police station, but I refused.
I have no connection with that woman anymore. If I were to make an appearance now, it would be by Seraphina's side.
Looking at the person on the bed, her lips pale from weakness, I felt overwhelmingly guilty.
If only I had realized sooner, this wouldn't have happened to her.