Two Hundred and Thirty One

I stood up and immediately approached the doctor. “I am his wife, Doctor.”

“Good, I would like to speak to you, Mrs. Gregory.”

“There is anything fatal? There is a fatal wound on his shoulder?” I asked with teary eyes.

The doctor sighed as if something I didn't want to be had really happened. Mom came over to me and rubbed my back gently. My mother-in-law also stood closer.

The doctor said, “We managed to get the silver bullet out. But the bleeding experienced by Mr. Gregory sucked him out a lot of blood and needed a donor. I've contacted my doctor colleagues to look for blood from the same type as him. But if one of you has a match blood type you can help Mr. Gregory get better soon.”

My knees went weak for a moment, Mom supported me.

“I can't donate blood because my blood isn't pure,” I muttered.

My mother-in-law said their blood was matched immediately and agreed to help Terrence make a speedy recovery. My mother-in-law, holding my hand, inserts enthusiasm so that I don't blam