The Heartbroken - S01 E204

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The Heartbroken - S01 E204

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 204

After all, he was right. There was nothing left to do

but wait.

And waiting, knowing that someone you love is

lying in a hospital bed, cold and pale and in pain, was

excruciating.

I tried to think positively, to ignore the way Cedric

said the words I’m not getting any better. I refused

to even acknowledge the possibility. No matter what

the doctors say, or how everything may seem like

right now, no one can possibly prove that things

aren’t changing for the better.

Seth was already back when I got back to the waiting

area. He was sitting with his lower arms resting on

his knees, his hands loosely clasped together. There

was a distant look in his eyes but when he saw me

walking closer, something in his face shifted.

He got to his feet, studying me in alarm.

“He’s fine,” I said, then, almost as if to reassure

myself, I told him, “He’ll be all right.”

“Nothing critical?”

“His RBC count dropped,” I told, “which is why he

fainted.”

His brows furrowed almost automatically. “Is he

okay?”

“Yeah.” I had to clear my throat because my voice

didn’t exactly come out as anything close to

convincing.

Seth picked up on my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

I looked around, at anything but his blue eyes staring

intently at me. There were only a few people here

and there. Somewhere at the end of the corridor to

my left, there was a woman being comforted by a

man. Somewhere to my right, a nurse was walking

towards the elevator, walking hand in hand with a

kid wearing a hospital gown and holding a brown

teddy bear.

I wondered what their stories were.

I wondered if the man and woman there were also

“waiting.” I wondered if that girl with the teddy bear

was old enough to even understand what was

happening or why she was in the hospital.

Life was unfair. It was so f-----g unfair.

When the elevator door opened, I watched as the

nurse and the little girl step in and only when they

shut close again did I let myself look at Seth

“He needs to have blood transfusion,” I finally said

and afterwards, I explained the whole thing about the

blood bank and the shortage. He listened closely as I

tried not to choke on my words. “All we can do now

is wait.”

When I looked over at him, something told me he

was deep in thought.

“Let’s go home for now,” I suggested.

He looked up, lifting his index finger as if to count

one. “Quick question.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“What’s Cedric’s blood type?”

I studied him, taking note of the determined look in

his eyes, and I replied, “O negative.”

“What did they say about directed donations?”

My heart lurched at his suggestion. “That—that’s—do

you know someone—”

With the hand that was already up in the air, he

pointed at himself. “I’m O negative.”