He Is Your Son

***Vanessa's POV***

“Huh? His father died?”

“Yes. So can we seek an alternative?”

“This will be a tough battle, Miss Vanessa. Like I said, finding your son's blood type was rare. And I don't know how much time we have left to find a match.”

“What do you mean he has so much time left?” I asked, even when I was terribly afraid of what that might mean.

“You might not know this, but the only way to save your son is through blood transfusion. I'm scared that if we do not make this quick, we might end up losing your son to death.”

My heart sank that instant. I'm officially done for.

I quickly stood up from the chair and began to pace like a maniac. Presently, the life, and death of my son rests on my shoulders. What am I supposed to do now?

If I refuse to call who I know can save my son, then my lovely son will end up dying, and I know I will never forgive myself. But if I accept to call him. I'm going to end up being ridiculed by the world at large. What am I going to do now?

This is h