A nurse broke the silence. "Sir, the patient is experiencing a lot of blood loss. We don't have much of type B blood left in the blood bank. What should we do?" The surgical mask hid the nurse's expressions but one could tell from her eyes that she was anxious.
"Ask his family to donate blood for him," Fred didn't lift his head as he spoke. Most times, the family donated blood when a patient faced a serious blood shortage. It was the usual protocol.
"All right, sir. I'll ask his family," the nurse replied
and went out of the room.
Greg didn't pay attention. He still stood rooted to his spot as he stared at Roger, immersed in his thoughts. 'Why is Violet attracted to this face? Does she really love him? Is it because of his rich family? Or is it just because he is Roger?'
After quite a while, Greg realized what the nurse had pointed out. 'There isn't enough of Type B blood? But there is only one person outside the emergency room: Violet. Her blood type is Type B.'
As he realized this, Greg bolted out of the operating room, attracting looks from his colleagues. He didn't see Violet at the door. Only two members of the hospital staff in white coats stood in the long hallway. Violet was nowhere to be seen.
'She must have gone to donate her blood, ' Greg deduced.
In the bloodletting room, Violet looked at the nurse anxiously. "I can donate as much blood as he needs, but you must save him," she pleaded.
"The patient needs 500 milliliters of blood, but you..." The nurse replied, looking her up and down. Violet was too thin to donate 500 milliliters of blood. If she drew out that much blood, Violet's body wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Violet noticed that the nurse hesitated to draw her blood. "I can do it. I'll be fine," she immediatel
"Do you know what you did wrong? It's alright if you just wanted to own me. But you should not have helped Molly leave me!"
When Brian learns the truth, there is no chance for Hannah to win his heart.
Molly, who wants to run away from Brian, seems to be the only one to blame for Hannah's misfortune...
de before closing the door.
"Greg, what is it?" Violet asked him. Her nerves were unsteady and her heart raced.
Greg disregarded her question and pressed her against the wall, kissing her fiercely.
He missed her. He missed her smell, her taste. He missed how good she felt against him like this. Greg didn't want to lose this opportunity. He had tried not to miss her every day for the last five years. He had told himself to hate her. But now seeing her after so long, he had no control over his feelings. He was still crazy about her.
Violet resisted the kiss but it was meaningless. She was too weak to push him away.
Eventually, she gave up. She couldn't stop Greg from demanding this kiss.
Minutes slipped by before his lips left hers. He looked at her face up-close. The face that haunted him in his dreams almost every night. He couldn't forget her at all.
Violet looked up at him. "Miss Violet Chu, why do you wear these dirty old clothes?" Greg mocked her. Her clothes were indeed shabby. 'She is from a rich family and is supposed to have a lot of money. So why does she wear these ratty clothes? I've never seen her in designer wear, ' Greg thought to himself.