Begging for Blood to Save Mom

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In my last life, my mother was in a car accident, hemorrhaging badly.
I begged my brother to bring our adopted sister, Lily, to the hospital to donate blood. Lily and my mother shared the same rare, Rh-negative blood type.
But after giving blood, Lily walked into the ocean under the cover of night.
She left a note, accusing our family of treating her as nothing more than a walking blood bank.
My brother, Andrew, handled her funeral with a chilling calm, even comforting me, telling me not to blame myself.
But then, on my birthday, he dragged me to the hospital rooftop.
Youre just that vicious, arent you? hed hissed, his voice raw with hatred. You drove her to depression, you conspired with Mom to fake this whole emergency.
You killed Lily. Now youre going to die to atone for her sins.
Then, he pushed me off the roof.
I died with my eyes wide open, full of disbelief.
When I opened them again, I was back on the day of the car accident.

The screech of tires and a violent impact yanked my drifting consciousness back to reality. I blinked, finding myself cradled in my mothers arms.
My eyes instantly welled with tears. The scene was so painfully familiar. In my last life, she had shielded me just like this, and it had caused her to bleed out.
Mom, are you okay?
Dont worry, sweetheart. Im fine.
But I could see the blood, a dark stain spreading rapidly from her abdomen. How could she be fine?
I fought back tears and fumbled for my phone, dialing for an ambulance. My hands trembled as I pressed down on her wound, trying to slow the bleeding. I caught my reflection in a shard of the shattered car windowa face filled with grim determination. A world away from the weak, helpless girl I had been before.
In my past life, I had been paralyzed with fear, my first instinct to call Andrew for help. He hadnt believed me at first, wasting precious time before finally agreeing to take Mom to the hospital. That delay cost her dearly. Though she survived, she was paralyzed from the waist down, confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life.
The ambulance arrived quickly, and I rode with my mother to the hospital. They rushed her into surgery the moment we arrived. I stood guard outside, my eyes glued to the closed doors.
This time, I didn't wait. Even before a doctor spoke to me, I was posting on a community support group, pleading for anyone with Rh-negative blood to come forward. I couldnt pin all my hopes on Andrew and Lily again. But more options meant more hope.
I still called him.
Mom was in a car accident. Shes losing a lot of blood and needs an Rh-negative transfusion. Can you bring Lily
Are you still playing these games? he cut me off, his voice dripping with contempt. Are you so vicious you cant even let her have a peaceful birthday?
My heart plummeted. No, its true, Mom is really
Shut up. Moms fine, and the hospital isnt short on blood. His voice was ice. This time, Im going to protect Lily. I wont let you bully her again.
Just then, a doctor came out. He informed me that the hospitals supply of Rh-negative blood was critically low.
Andrew heard him over the phone. He actually scoffed. Wow, you even hired actors to play along with your little drama?
Panic seized me. Mom is hemorrhaging, Andrew! Shes in critical condition! Please, just bring Lily to the hospital! My voice was sharp with desperation, cracking with a sob.
Sister, why do you love torturing me so much? Lilys voice, full of feigned innocence and wounded accusation, came through the phone. Cant you let me have just one nice birthday?
Still using Mom as an excuse, Andrews voice was cold, certain. He had already convicted me. You just had to pull this stunt on her birthday.
Andrew, Im not lying! Tears streamed down my face.
Enough! he roared. You think Ill fall for your tricks again? Youre always jealous of Lily, always finding ways to make her miserable. Im not letting you get away with it this time.
He hung up.
I stood there, clutching the phone, the dial tone a final, cold insult. I sagged against the hospital wall, consumed by a helpless rage.
Just as I was about to give up, a message popped up in the support group.
City Hospital? Im Rh-negative and Im just around the corner.
I wiped my tears, my fingers flying across the screen. Yes, yes!
Okay, on my way.
Five minutes later, a series of angry voice messages came from the same person. I pressed play. A middle-aged mans voice exploded from the speaker.
Are you kidding me? You post a fake emergency just to get back at your sister? Dont you think people have better things to do? Youre sick!
The subsequent messages were just as brutal.
I felt like Id been plunged into an icy abyss. How? Why would he It had to be Andrew. It had to be.
The group chat erupted with insults.
What kind of person jokes about this in a medical support group?
Takes all kinds, I guess. Someone kick her out.
My body started to shake. Anger, despair, and helplessness threatened to swallow me whole. My nails dug into my palms, but I felt no pain.
I scrambled to reply. No, its not fake! The patient is really hemorrhaging! I quickly sent a photo of the hospitals diagnostic report. Were at City Hospital, you have to believe me. Please, please, you have to come save my mom.
The chat went quiet for a moment.
Then, a few dissenting voices appeared.
Anyone else near the hospital? Maybe check it out? What if its real?
Yeah, that report looks legit.
The man with the Rh-negative blood messaged again. Ill come back one more time. Youd better not be lying.
A wave of relief washed over me. I thanked him profusely.
While I waited, I scrolled through my contacts, calling anyone I thought might be able to help. But every call was a dead end. Wrong blood type, out of town, no answer. My only hope was the man from the group.
A hope that was soon shattered.
Another volley of voice messages. I swear to god, Im going to kill someone. Do you think its fun to lie to me over and over again?
I replied instantly. No, Im right outside the operating room. If you dont believe me, you can ask a doctor. The accident was on Westminster Avenue.
Youre still lying! I just asked a doctor! his voice boomed, filled with rage. He told me the Westminster Avenue accident was minor. The patient just has some scrapes and doesn't need a transfusion!
No, that doctor is lying to you! Hes lying!
The moment I sent the message, I was kicked from the group.
I tried to rejoin. Request denied. Again. Denied. Again and again.
I couldnt take it anymore. I slid to the floor, sobbing.
Then, my phone rang. It was Dr. Mark Evans, Andrews friend.
Stop making a scene, Clara. I had the admin kick you out, he said, his voice cold. Your brother was right. Your mother spoiled you rotten. Using these kinds of dirty tricks just to pick a fight with your sister is pathetic. Lilys been through enough. Just leave her alone and let her enjoy her birthday.
The words stuck in my throat. I could only weep silently. He hung up, and my hope died with the call.
But Andrew wasnt finished. He called me.
Clara, you really never learn, do you? Still lying to people in the support group?
If anything happens to Mom, I rasped, my voice raw with hatred, I will never forgive you or Lily.
There was a pause. Then, he laughed. You? What are you going to do? After Lilys party is over, Im bringing her home. And Im going to make sure Mom finally teaches you a lesson. A jealous shrew like you shouldnt be living under the same roof as Lily. Im kicking you out.
I listened, numb. Was that a human on the other end of the line, or a monster wearing my brothers face? He used to adore me. But all of that vanished the day Lily was adopted.
With our mother constantly traveling for work, Andrew was the one who raised us. But every time Lily shed a tear, Andrew would assume I was the cause. At first, I would defend myself, but that only earned me harsher lectures and even more coddling for Lily.
And now, with our mothers life hanging in the balance, all he could think about was Lilys birthday and throwing me out of the house.
The hatred inside me festered. I hated Andrews blindness, Lilys hypocrisy, and my own past weakness.
The light above the operating room door glowed red. Every second that passed was a hammer blow to my heart.
Just as I was about to sink into total despair, a strange number called. I hesitated, then answered.
Hello? Are you the one looking for Rh-negative blood for your mother? Im a nurse at City Hospital. I saw your post in the group.
Yes, yes, thats me, I choked out.
Okay, dont cry, sweetie. I found a record of a former patient with Rh-negative blood. Ill send you his contact info. Its worth a shot.
It was a lifeline. I thanked her profusely and immediately dialed the number. When the call connected, I explained the situation, my voice trembling.
The man on the other end was silent for a moment. I can donate, he finally said. But Ill need compensation. A million dollars.
I agreed without a seconds hesitation. I would have given anything to save my mother.
Ten minutes later, he arrived. I rushed him toward the doctors office, but we were intercepted by Mark Evans.
What the hell are you doing now? Are you still causing trouble?
The donor looked at me, confused.
Go to the blood donation center, I told him quickly. The patients name is Eleanor Vance. Just tell them youre donating for her.
He nodded, still skeptical, and turned to leave. Mark tried to stop him.
I wasnt going to let him interfere again. I flew at him, a wild animal, hitting him with my fists. He and Andrew were the same, blinded by their biases. If it werent for him, my mother would have already been safe. I hated him.
My look of pure hatred seemed to stun him. For a moment, he forgot to fight back. Hospital security had to pull me off him. A crowd was gathering. The hospital director appeared.
Whats going on here?
Director, shes the sister of a friend of mine, Mark said, trying to regain his composure. Shes just having a tantrum, making a scene at the hospital.
I struggled against the guards. Mark Evans, youre a fool! If I wanted to have a tantrum, why wouldnt I just go crash Lilys birthday party?
Mark froze, then blustered, Your brother said Mrs. Vance was in an accident, and you were using it as an excuse to lure Lily here to give blood. You want to make her think we all see her as a walking blood bank. Shes already depressed; youre trying to push her over the edge.
I laughed, tears streaming down my face. I turned to the director. You all heard him. This doctor, Mark Evans, has been actively obstructing my attempts to save a patients life. My mother is in that operating room, hemorrhaging from a car accident, and he has been misleading potential donors and had me kicked out of a support group.
Shes a liar! Mark insisted. Ive known her for years. Ive been to her house. She bullies Lily constantly!
The director, a man of reason, turned to a nearby nurse for confirmation.
The nurse spoke softly. Director, its true. The patient is this young ladys mother. She was in a bad car accident, shes Rh-negative, and shes in surgery right now.
Marks face went white. No thats impossible
The director ignored him and headed for the operating room. Mark followed, stumbling like a man in a daze.

The red light above the door remained on, a stark reminder of the battle being waged inside. I finally sat down, my body trembling with exhaustion. Mark was shaking too, staring at me in disbelief.
How could this but your brother and Lily
I ignored him, my gaze fixed on the door. He kicked a trash can in frustration and started frantically calling Andrew. After a long time, the call connected.
What? Andrews voice was annoyed.
Andrew, your mother is really in surgery. Its serious.
Heh. So Clara got to you, too?
Mark slammed his fist against the wall. Youre going to get me fired, you bastard! Your mother is dying and youre celebrating a birthday?
Whatever. Ive got to go cut the cake for Lily.
You
The line went dead.
Mark turned to me, his face a mask of guilt. Clara, Im so sorry. Your brother he completely misled me. Ill add you back to the support group right now. Ill clear everything up.
I stared at him, my eyes like ice. Its useless. No matter what you do, Im holding you accountable. Your career is over, Mark. Youre a disgrace to your profession.
He froze, his face ashen. He wasnt innocent in my past life, either. He had a crush on Lily and had helped her hurt me more than once. He was the reason Andrew was able to get me to the rooftop alone. Just before Andrew pushed me, a security guard had walked by. Mark had been the one to send him away.
I would make them all pay. And I would make sure my mother knew the truth about the son she loved and the girl she had taken in.
Two hours later, the operating room doors opened.
Congratulations, the surgeon said, smiling. The surgery was a success.
For the first time that day, I smiled through my tears.
My mother was moved to a regular room. Around 9 p.m., she slowly woke up.
Mom.
Dont cry, my girl. As long as youre safe, thats all that matters.
Mom, Andrew and Lily
She raised a weak hand and stroked my cheek. Dont worry. This time, Mom will protect you. Im so sorry, my sweet girl. I wasnt there for you. I let you suffer for so many years.

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