112. FOUND A DONOR?

KATERINA

I could not sit still. Every second that passed felt like an eternity. My legs were bouncing, my fingers drumming nervously against my thighs, and I kept glancing at the door, waiting for someone—anyone—to come in with news. Something like the doctor had made a mistake and there was actually blood somewhere, would be more than nice too. I didn’t even realize how tightly I was gripping the chair until my knuckles started to ache.

Vincent had already called for a blood donor, and I kept telling myself it was going to be okay. But it didn’t stop the anxiety crawling up my throat. Why was this taking so long? Thirty minutes shouldn’t feel like a lifetime, but here I was, glancing at the clock every two minutes, convinced that something had gone horribly wrong.

Or maybe he was lying? What if he just wanted Kelvin to die? But he could not do that to me; he gave me his word.. I thought to myself, ignoring the fact that I was beginning to trust him again, hold on to his words with a